hours have passed
but still your last
yes it has stood the test of time
like poetry and rhyme
a hart and being kind
a cat and it's nine lives
which brings tears to my eyes
because i realize...
how blessed i am
like river dam
or some pressed-ham
to a hungry kid
and to know that i did nothing to deserve it
but you see me as worthy
of every single breath
yeah no sitting on the shelf
like a clock
or a rock
in the middle of the street
which is sweet
like a treat
in a box
or a jar
shooting-star
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