When I lose
my compassion
for others in pain,
it becomes harder
for me to withstand
my own pain.
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Pain
Watch any giraffe
Stifle a laugh.
Stubbing its toes,
It runs at the nose,
While leaves in the trees
Snap from its sneeze.
Ever heard giraffe-speech?
It throbs like a screech.
[Disposable Poem June 1, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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