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Lifting Small legs running, Soft arms reaching, "Kiss, kiss you?" I reach and lift her close. Lift, but who lifts whom? Leader If he should ask me To climb a flagpole And sweep the clouds away, I'd probably try. | |||||||||||||||||
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Peacelit Peacelit the morning sun rises above the stillness of the sleeping northern town blanketed in quilts of frosty snow. The Awakening Early! morning breaking through the window, shouting, "Here I am, a new day dawning. Grab me!" | |||||||||||||||||
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Patchwork Pieces colored dark and light- Some cut from Joy, Some torn from Night. Bright blue calico dreams right beside the deep perplexing plaids. But there is order in the seams, in the patterns hidden there. I've learned a lot from contrast when lost within the square. | |||||||||||||||||
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