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[23 Jun 2009|07:38pm] |
to stop singing. to one
day say "that is enough and
from this day on i will
never again".
commit your hands instead
to the earth, nestling seeds
and plucking round tomatoes
commit yourself instead
to lens, light the skin
of women happy, of
sharp smart babies, of
waiting stomach.
my dear
jane, o jane
(if swear myself to silence
unaware i find my throat
loud with a song)
my dear
jane, o jane
i don't understand
jane you won me a future
jane you brave woman i clung
to you like to a mother
jane how could you?
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[26 Mar 1991|07:31pm] |
stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
birds singin in the sycamore tree
dream a little dream of me
sweet dreams til sunbeams find you
sleep tight & leave all worries behind you
but in your dreams whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
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