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Monday, May 16, 2011

THIS CHILD


'Yearning'  by  Trish 

I cannot press close enough
to soil, rocks, sand and mountains.
Rise high enough, to touch sun moon and stars.
Drink with my eyes enough rivers, rain or seas.
Love enough men, women, children,
to appease my hunger or satisfy my thirst.

Tushie    1989

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