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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxxii
Time & time again,
I'm putting men in different boxes.
These I keep around my house,
and once a night I let all out.
One box for cops, box for the hip,
one box for bankers, box for tips.
But like I said, I let them loose.
Once a day, the ducks are goosed. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
the sun is swinging like a watch.
Not the first time we have seen this,
I was here once. I had dreamed this.
Bathroom mirrors in a morgue
won't catch me looking anymore
for things that would rather not be seen.
John doe under a silver screen, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Atlanta, Georgia, USA
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