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Jun 2016
some prodigal son's sense
all life, and what it's for
not all are altruistic
not all sweet spirit pours

the old neighborhood endures
with occasional calls
holding hope for hopeful news
or for derelict falls

he bare for maker and all
and to the code, less care
to the benefit of less
he the poured out prayer
Timothy H
Written by
Timothy H  Boulder
(Boulder)   
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   Dana Colgan and Keith Wilson
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