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BARKING GECKOS Stories and Observations in Poetic Prose
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
How far away, are two are we? How much more time, If we are to meet?
How long, will it be Before we two, Both are set free?
Fourteen generations, Fourteen and fourteen more? When will you rest on that velvet floor?
Are we two destined To be together, Or will our experience Co-exist never? Awaiting your death Awaiting my birth Awaiting our introduction In mother earth
How long before we are both fed You, God’s fulfillment You, my daily bread
For you are made man Fated to die and decay And I am made worm Fated to hasten, your wasting away.
© 2003
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