This Poem
I decided to linger at the table this morning to write this poem. And I decided to mention it’s a poem, in order to give it some self-awareness of that for which it’s intended. So this here poem has come to remind me, there lives a great singer in my soul - one who knows all of the words, and all of the notes, in the great Songbook of Life. My singer always begins the song, when I start loving.
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