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Do you remember our mothers’ hands
Now gnarled as tree trunks
They let us cut our cakes
When they saw we could
You favored anything..
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The deepest feelings
It is almost saying
and finding nothing to say
We meet in silence
We strike a truce
We bargain
It is saying
and being los..
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There is a world in your eyes
I want to go to, if you let me
Only if you let me
Without your acquiescence, I shall find
myself in a
little house ..
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my God, You give me everything
And I am grateful for
The sun plays a dance of telescoped
lights among the trellises of branches
And tease the e..
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