I understand: I see you as an extension of man and me. Is your
world the same as mine? It must be.
We reason, think, feel and talk - my world has extended with you
You are my friend, brother, sister: you may be someone's mother or
father, child. Yet, you are my world and an extension of man and me.
They tell me you did this of that, how good or bad you are, said
you said this or that. I really do share your part from my heart;
"Oh my," you are just an extension of man and me.
When we go through life, walking mountains or valleys which it may
that you will yet be an extension of man and me ?
Extension ! Extension ! of man and me.

by Hildred Fields Gunn

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