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53 Metamorphosis of the Homo Sapiens Hunched over Cane firmly griped Like a crooked seven. But how to this destination With the smiles and pink post-partum beauty? Yet time has tricks to play, and Surprises to pull. Then, young, robust, striding, All that charm: a physique with stature, Then this, then that. Apothecaries, post diagnosis. More this, more that, Support needed for baulk in throes. Further then, baby, toddler; Laughter, energy from the womb Knowledge to wisdom, And now the cane, Later no more – Rest! From the womb To the grave The metamorphosis Of the Homo Sapiens. ...

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