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Dearest Mother,
Are those the birds in the sky?
No, hon, it's dirt on the window
Else where.
Live out loud,
Care, forgive and let go...
Stand up and be counted.
And even now when you are
Trying to make it there...
Fussin', making noise, running around.
Anticipating heap of luck
Scavenger.
Away with you.
Siting by the winding path
Won't bring you much.
And even if I'd share with you...
It won't go.
And even now when you are
Trying to make it there...
Fussin', making noise,
You running roundabouts.
You still running roundabouts.
Away with you...
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