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 May 24 Salmabanu Hatim
Joel
Look at the moon
I'm looking at it
I'm looking at you
Gently cross over the wooden bridge
You have places to go
The bridge has to be there for every passer-by
Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust
Into the forest deep,
where the rivers rumble and roar
and sing lullabies
Thank you so much 😊 Agnes, bless your heart for all the love kindness and sunshine ☀️  🔆 that you share and happiness that you spread :)
stopping the runaway train is not possible
but you can comfort your fellow passengers
-with the truth
I know sometimes he takes a different form
Oft a Shepherd
A herder of words unreformed
Of depth
And of humour
And poignancy
Renowned
Sometimes
He's his girlfriend
With beauty unbound.
Essentially inedible
Is that all
That terrible?
When you consider
Where the criticism came from.
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