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I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness-- Jeremiah 3:3
Sunday, August 14, 2011
IN THE FOLDS
I came to your door once,
Slipped a note folded twice.
You went in and out more than thrice.
Yet, there by the hinge,
I still lay
Trapped in the folds;
Waiting
For this door's
Creaking.
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