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Sometimes when a poem goes off
chasing it’s tail into a field
of flowers and stumbles
into the nettles it takes me
a few days to lick my wounds
and recover. The last one is no
exception. Some of my happiest
memories and my finest hours
are because of a holy person.
When they fail horribly
and show their humanity my heart
stumbles into a gopher hole
curls up, hides, and no longer
wants to look into the Son.
Markle~
06March2021
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