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Feb 2014
Between rough choking sobs, I cried
This Life, it moves too fast
and bad things happen
For no reason at all
Where is peace in this big mess?
My gentle father stopped and thought,
Brow furrowed for a moment

He leaned in and whispered, listen
to the chaos of nature and life
You are the world’s conductor
creating symphony from the plight
Abigail
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Abigail
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   jordan and aphrodite
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