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I Am A David Too

In a barren wasteland I stand;
Amid sticks and bones that once 
Haunted my soul.
Memories gone of not so long ago.
Dandelions once played in a lush of green;
A bear came calling after me.
Visionary of epic said I would be free.
Its eye in death has not yet closed.
David and I with a sling
Thrown at the Mark
Only his was stone
Overlay this bear with death and look beyond at the budded tree.

April 8 2016

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