Standing
Ten supports.
Either the grit from a hard worker,
Or the tenderness of a beaut,
One common ground.
Sometimes they cry from pain,
Or up in the air from excitement.
We all witness ourselves,
Being lifted up or driven to the ground.
Where do you stand?
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