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Poem from Mom “The Village Rhyme”

August 4, 2009

“The Village Rhyme”

the village was badly hit
now no time for rhyme
its lights no longer lit

some windows ajar a bit
most closed against time
weary bodies need to sit

slow searching the fit
their sad eyes so sublime
slippery fishhook wet wit

first found survival kit
still too high to climb
suffering in the deep pit

tired victims live the skit
their feet dance on a dime
cold needled hands knit

renewal is a slow drift submit
again rhyme time will be fine
dreamers most always need a bit
so they determine never to quit

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