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PUSH...
Push! Push harder! With those words was he born and he screamed
he lived he loved he conquered he scratched his name into many hearts
his voice had failed breath ceased
pushed was his cart down the hall in the morgue.
Pushed into the oven ashes to ashes he went.
helmut s. 6/98
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