We each have a gift
sent to us from heaven.
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The circle
It starts with a man and woman
making promises, dressed in white,
holding hands, exchanging rings.
The day is good, the day is right.
A Prayer Poem
Everything
I saw him stumble into the room,
his body beaten, his eyes weary.
The crowd of men were mocking him,
I studied them, staying leery.
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