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April 20, 2014 — Aside — Leave a comment

HUSH NOW

Hush now, old babies are sleeping.

Once were warriors in they’re day.

Hard rains are falling through their dreaming.

HUSH NOW

Old ladies lay weeping.

Hugging rain clouds in they’re dreams.

Trying to keep old babies from drowning.

HUSH NOW

New life is springing

from somebody’s dream.

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