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Little girl cries out
Cussing screaming shout
There is not enough
Happiness it's tough
Have to be a woman
Though today was coming
On to me
Have to let it be

Walked with my dogs
In the country wheat stubble
Gave me hope that
Burst the bubble
That I have of dying
God won't let me be crying
Now let the cussing stop
Get my body 'round the block
Go out in the fresh clean air
Climb a hill of beauty there
That is all I need to do
To get the child there
Back in you
For all time
Not sublime
He is waiting
For you not to be hating

The part of you
So weak
The lost child meek
Inheriting the earth
Giving rebirth
To God's nature
You saw his pleasure

In the skies
The blue and clouds
Filled those eyes
The sun brings you back child
The sun your love so mild
Beating down on you
Bringing life to you

Just open your mail
And to a child you sail
On the wings of love
Up to God above
Just because he thinks too
And sometimes he even thinks of you
It's enough
For the child in me
Here being tough.

10/24/2009 1815PST cj

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