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| Good Morning by © vatooz There once was this girl That was given a very special gift Thru out the village many would say To give it to her is to throw it away But the gift remained With someone stuck in limbo Waiting for tomorrow Like a check lost in the mail Head bursting with quandary And scratching to make bail The thread that she was given Could sew stars into the streams And let angels drift thru clouds Of effervescent dreams. She could make a parent stop And watch their child play She could join you as you talk To those who have gone away. All there in the fabric All within the ink You float up to the surface The god decides to blink. Is she really sleeping Or dose she understand What it is that someone Has put there in her hand. |
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