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Saturday EveningThe wind lifts across the trees swaying them to the sky A romance matched with the clouds the earth a friend that stays around a prayer answered in the maze still hoping for the days when better times will be better times holding to what is around a football game,streets full of people echoes of cars on the tarmac and a wish that eternity begins when every song remains a tune composed from the air to play and play and play once more reconcile all friends and foes whittle away the wince of working giving more than thinking of living Saturday, the weekend run till when all weekday just as one the opening door of heaven's morn Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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