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The trees all bow to you there The sun knows that it is welcome And it graciously gives me smiles I wear them like overalls My feet meet clay I can tell I was born here That this is the clay This is the clay that bore me And I want to scream, “WAIT” Because you all are missing this This is the meaning Or at least the place where meaning is found In this moment The ground feels cool and ripe with ideas With art With love (With youth and pain) With feelings I’d know this place anywhere Like a caged bird knows it has a nest Out there somewhere And I want to whisper (wait) Because to yell at this place Would crumble it and me to the ground This is were my soul lives Because the trees all bow to you there And the sun knows it is always welcome
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
Carrie me through Lynks of Joy (the Carolyn poem)
The trees all bow to you there The sun knows that it is welcome And it graciously gives me smiles I wear them like overalls My feet meet clay I can tell I was born here That this is the clay This is the clay that bore me And I want to scream, “WAIT” Because you all are missing this This is the meaning Or at least the place where meaning is found In this moment The ground feels cool and ripe with ideas With art With love (With youth and pain) With feelings I’d know this place anywhere Like a caged bird knows it has a nest Out there somewhere And I want to whisper (wait) Because to yell at this place Would crumble it and me to the ground This is were my soul lives Because the trees all bow to you there And the sun knows it is always welcome
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
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