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Poetry Corner: We Are Not Made to Settle

Words by Fran Carruthers Our lives spun from flimsy threads Like spider webs, we danced, Chaotic with the possibility Of a dew-soaked morning, We climbed between rungs Willing storms to come. We were not made to settle. We were not made to create Silvery cocoons from kitchen spoons Or retire into dusty corners, To stare…