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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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