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Sunday, December 25, 2016

A Gift on Christmas Morning

Is there any difference really
Between me and the sparrow
Who has come to peck 
At the seed Marissa spread
Yesterday across the back yard 
Both of us living 
Precariously and at the largesse 
Of a munificence far beyond
Our comprehension
Which lies before us on
The rime crusted ground
Every step it seems
Another morsel found

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