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Nine Wishes Wish #31: For A Place to Call Home Let us imagine That you bring me lemonade An offering-- Across the span Of golden years. We are inhaling The emerald scent of hills and leaves And the earliest hope of northern stars As the porch swing Creaks Humming the hymn Of home. "For my dear, dear Dave, Just a little faith. . ." 04/10/05 |
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