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Saturday, November 2, 2013

head on a pillow

some days I wish not to rise
but then I think of those
who have neither a bed
or cove to rest their heads
and sleep

the day begins the sun rises
from the east
and the clouds will hover
trees will dance in the wind
birds will use them as fodder

today my head shall lift
give praise that my eyes
did open to witness a new day
I shall walk to find someone
to give a pillow away