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I have always sang to myself (Ephesians 1:4)
OCTOGENARIAN

the music once was the sweet clap of my mother's hands
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when she was laughing
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when we were both young
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and the skylight hung above her like a promise
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but that song washed away in the tidal wave night
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and I began to sing myself
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in furious tones
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with the wild flutter of hornets wings in my throat
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I forgot all about my mother
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and I couldn't see her kindness
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in the mascara of the women I lusted after
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I ended up alone
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singing a lullabye to the wrinkles under my eyes
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like an old sailor unsure if he should throw out his anchor
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now I have entered into my silence
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listening to a voice so tender
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its power reverberates through my willing body
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like a melody thats been holding me
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since before I was born
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15 Feb 12

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that's great! bully booli for you
 — unknown

I have always sang to myself  

stop it then, you have no time to think of anything or anyone else, not even your mother, unless it is all back to you, nothing better to do than to scrutinize wrinkles around eyes in a mirror and reberberate from beginning to end, an embryo always an embryo?
 — unknown

Nice feelings. You may turn into a song yourself.
 — gallard

thanks for the comments
 — OCTOGENARIAN

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