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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:07 am
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Kalin's smile,
<br />like the ease
<br />of this August afternoon,
<br />is a grace
<br />to favor God's
<br />great gift.
<br />It's the calm
<br />before the storm
<br />in this quiet corner
<br />of the Quarter.
<br />Kalin strolls across
<br />the brick street as
<br />though not a care
<br />could cross her path.
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<br />The palm,
<br />so still
<br />beneath the
<br />approaching clouds.
<br />
<br />Mama walks in quicktime
<br />to keep up with padre's gait.
<br />Chapel work to be done,
<br />you know.
<br />Chapel work to be done.
<br />Soon,
<br />there will be
<br />much to be done,
<br />Soon,
<br />there will be much
<br />that will end.
<br />
<br />But for this moment,
<br />Kalin strolls across
<br />the brick street as
<br />though not a care
<br />could cross her path,
<br />with a smile,
<br />like the ease
<br />of this August afternoon.
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