life exists because
we take, we give.
we hate, we love.
we laugh, we cry.
we win, we lose.
it all evens out.
it has to in order
for the equation
to work itself out.
here, there.
yes, no.
you, me.
us, them.
dollars, cents.
war, peace.
life is nothing
more
than
a delicate balance.
3-17-1984
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