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Psalm Three
On the day when my words
Were earth…
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
On the day when my words
Were wrath
I was a friend to chains.
On the day when my words
Were stones
I was a friend to streams.
On the day when my words
Were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes.
On the day when my words
Were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became
Honey…
Flies covered
My lips!…
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