Far from the maddening crowd,
Is a bystander looking around
Gazing through the ocean of heads,
Wiping off the beads of sweat,
Thinks he of the days of threats,
Of the battles of bread.
Wonders, if they would ever understand,
The pain of standing tall, in the world of quicksand!
He, an entrepreneur reborn!
Vows never to be a clam!
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Monday, August 31, 2009
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