45 Equity Poem by Saiom Shriver

Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder Sometimes it
was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder..
and made them beat... empathic in pain.
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A bee willing to hang upside down in drooping blooms
will harvest more honey. But the converse is not true..
those who work the hardest are not those who make the money.
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He attempted to live by ten tenets.. he tried to all
to be tender, not to profit off of tenants
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The puzzle master has an eye to each color splash, every unique
shape. The self realized master sees only the same blazing God in all.

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Oh Martin is to all who like Martin Luther King have worked
for victories over racism.