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Like Mother Earth

 

The years have past

I’ve seen at last

What I’ve been searching for

 

The moon will wax

It’s shadows cast

And drift across the floor

 

We communicate

And excavate

Then settle up the score

 

Like mother earth

We exist at first

Then shuffle out the door

 

© 10/24/2008, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry

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