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Poem: Free Will 

Last week I stayed in a Boston hotel

in a room on the 31st floor.


To my surprise, I was able to open

one of the windows all the way.


I could easily have thrown one leg over the sill,

then the other, and been gone, no problem.


It was wonderful; there was nothing

stopping me. Nothing.

  • A poem by George J. Searles.

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