I am orphaned, how I
need my Father near.
This body aches
from the sky draped
on it like a million men.
The waterfall from my
knees grovels endless.
The dollar stretches
permissions, unsecures
inhibitions but has no
model answer to
anquished questions.
Still under armor and
a sustainable savings
program, my heart is for study.
Ama
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Thanks Mimi!
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Beautiful!
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