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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Seeds



Night field of stars above us
You pick one we frame it with our fingers intertwined
Seeds of every generation between our hands
And the promise to teach you the little I have learned so far
Child what will you live to do?
What have I left for you?
What will we leave behind?
You learning as you're growing
Not yet knowing the world isn't always quite as beautiful
As it is now
Night field of stars above us
I pick one and name it for you
And all who are to come

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