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How many seasons
Have come and gone.
Many a sunset,
Many a dawn.
Many communions,
Many processions,
Many a sin, I have
For confessions.
How many seasons,
A second in time,
Where anguished, we wait,
No reason or rhyme.
Fish live in water,
In water, comply.
Time, we are biding,
Or too fast…goes by.
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We do not relish
Our world like the fish
Who swims in his pond
While we pray and we wish.
How many
seasons
Will time be our friend?
When we realize we’re made
For the world without end!
JMJ
Long-Skirts
5/29/05
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