H Poem by Heidi Streuber
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Born in the heat of summer,
Grown up happily
Like a honeybee inmidst wild heather.
People say I am honest and helpful
With good humour.
I hate harrassment and hypocrisy
And
My soul longs for harmony
But often
The handcuffs of a hectic pace give me headache.
Instead of a henchman
I want to be
A head.
Sometimes I play a hazardous game
That makes me stagger
Between heaven and hell.
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