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brothers," to testify that although 

 we often slip back into the stone age 

 attitude, we do have, and frequently 

 use, the divine attributes of justice 

 and mercy, we turned our feet once 

 again toward the bricks and mortar, 

 toward the frills of life, desirable 

 and delicious, taxing and enervating. 



On an Eastern wall hangs a beau- 

 tiful moose head with broad pal- 

 mated antlers and gleaming tips, 

 that like the magician's carpet is 

 capable of transporting us at any 

 time back to the days in the open, 

 when blood ran through the veins, 

 quick and red, when we worked, 

 played, idled and rested with a vigour 

 and a joy that never comes else- 

 where. 



Perhaps the scales weighed even, 

 after all. 



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