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This morning on the bus
I sat next to a girl
wearing a tank top of flimsy fabric
and very short shorts.

I remembered her, because
my most recent
brush with death
made me realize
that my health is more frail
than I ever thought

that the slightest chill
sends me to my bed
and a night in the rain
could kill me.

How fitting, then
a kind of irony
that I have
an indomitable will and spirit
boundless and free
and a happy heart
possessing
invincibility
.

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