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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxx
Time & time again,
she draws a sentence like a fence
around her world that reinvents
my captive audience of sense.
My friend the wind inbetween breezes
spreads a rumor about seasons.
Button up, she'll say, it's cold.
I button down, am I getting old? I am, I am.
Time & time again,
the leaves will fall on our free country,
their family trees will groan goodbye,
a clot of tears sapping their eyes
as one by one their babies fall,
the news may try to count them all,
but between just you and me,
this brand of freedom's far from free. 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 - Elgin, Illinois, USA
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