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THE BLESSING (Free verse) by Poetsettle

There is a steadily quickening beat in the dark, red cavern; it is not my heart, but You, speaks. It is You, slipped in there while I was unaware, and now, stomping round and round, it is You sorts my needs from my wants, rearranging my Life with love for the common good, when I would rest, lay the Gift down on a human breast -- every few centuries or so.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 27-Jul-03/10:12 PM
Lol!




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