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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxiv
Time & time again,
I strike at fancy, pray to miss.
Girls, a tiger in the pit,
without a timpani to hit,
without a violin to shred,
will I be known before I'm dead?
Maybe I'll never walk again.
Ho-hum all hope put to the test, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I have the world stuck in my head.
The part with you in it won't stop skipping.
On the river skinny dipping.
Pound for pound, inch by inch,
I hate to say we're in a pinch,
when all mankind is on a date,
with nature's hate crimes on display. I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Bloomington, Indiana, USA
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