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Sundays.
Submitted:Feb 27, 2012 Reads: 10 Comments: 3 Likes: 1
A quiet Sunday morning,
the room nearly empty,
the chipped white walls
as graceful as angels.
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Tapping an old shoe,
on an old board,
beneath God's lintel,
in the house of on the shore.
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Morning of the new day,
the children rest in the promised land.
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