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creator and creation
when I write,
over my shaking hand you place your palm.
I imagine it's a fraction of what David felt
as he penned the mighty psalms.
when I act,
I see you there in the first row,
my proud father.
I point at you, say
there's my dad!
but everytime
the others have their eyes closed.
over my shaking hand you place your palm.
I imagine it's a fraction of what David felt
as he penned the mighty psalms.
when I act,
I see you there in the first row,
my proud father.
I point at you, say
there's my dad!
but everytime
the others have their eyes closed.
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