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Friday, October 21, 2011

Some Days

Some days
it hurts to wake up
and handle
the wolves
the storms

Those we have chosen
to take care of
the innocent
that need our voice

But jump in
we must
the rolling
the pitching
the tossing

We seek
a lifeline
a piece of wood
a hand

Slowly it immerges
the kind word
the song
the phone call

out of the water

Still the storm rages
no resolution
but an umbrella

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