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Keep silent, even when the rage

Knows it might be right and anything

That's said is just the bitter fruit of age.

Keep silent

And acknowledge there were times when Spring

Was not enough to break open the cage

Of Winter solitude where everything

Seemed bleaker; where reason could not gage

The pain within the vice of fortune's sting

And fools had more insight than the sage.

Keep silent.

Brian Hick Feburary 2011

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