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I always carefully held the stranded eyelash 
Closed my eyes and whispered that one plea 
Before blowing on it with all the air in my lungs 
Don’t know if my messengers sailed to you

Today I found a thick one as I rubbed my eye
And I tossed it aside
I’m aghast at the response of my fingers because
I still have a plea—
Now that you have him God
Please take good care of my father

Written on:11/04/2016
Contest:'Ten Lines Max' by Brian Strand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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