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What a curious thing.
Light can be hot or cold, clear or murky, bright or dull.
Light can be mean or kind, fresh or tired.
Light can be coloured; white, green, blue or red.
You can bathe in light, thirst for light, flee the light
There is nothing you cannot do with light; nothing the light cannot be.
There is one thing you must do with light:
Use it
For, I have found, light is like life; it is only its use that defines it.
Unused light, as unused life, is such dreadful waste. * |
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This poem remains the
intellectual property of Captain Troy. |
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