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So, Lord,
What shall we have
Today?
We shall have burnt toast,
It seems,
My fault
The coffee is all right
Except now the
Button doesn’t work
That turns if on and off,
The last
Of many things, I think,
That say it’s
Time for another
Will you lead me to another
Coffeemaker, Lord?
Or have an angel do that,
Please?
So small
And there are many things
So much larger
(the ocean is so large,
and my boat is so small)
But things push
The economy, I suppose,
And angels
Are your agents
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There are clouds
There might be rain,
Perhaps a storm
This is your day
Because you made it
This is my day
Because my choices
Matter in it
Because of will
And degrees of determination,
This day belongs
To all of us
I wonder how we’ll own it
I wonder what we’ll do
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C L Couch
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Stormy Stornoway
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