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by Steve Kirby/Special to PNN

When I was a child I don’t remember

Planning or saying to myself when i

Grow up I’m going to be an alcoholic

Or a crack head, drop out of school

And become homeless. Like a child

When conceived, the mother goes

Through a process, when a seed is

Planted it must go through a process

Even for the rain to fall, yes a process.

So why look at one and say that’s

Who you are? Miles short of

Wondering where he or she comes from

So when ever I see anyone who

Society considers crazy or wild

When I see them I see them as a child

© 2008 Steve Kirby