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Living Lullaby

She rocks her miracle baby And sings a soothing song Today, rest in peace Because tomorrow, comes alarm ...and we're gonna rock around the clock His little boy is his heart He holds his hand with swelling pride But by ten, daddy's unforgiving anger Applies the razor strap to hide ....tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out, tomorrow They build temporary shelters For false gods of glory Increasing in riches and fame Weaving a tantalizing story ....the Love Boat soon will be making another run Out in the land of the free Where children dream of motorized play The rich attend immortalized theme parks Caring not that savage beasts will pay ...let's talk about sex, baby, let's talk about sex Lazy gardeners look at their purchased land With disgust and rebellion at the mess Shaking the fist at the CREATOR Saying, "I will never clean up and confess" ....amazing grace, how sweet the sound ....hush little baby, don't say a word ......daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-17-2023

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Date: 7/24/2023 4:55:00 PM
The word in poetic form is a wonderful thing. Not meant to be hidden. Bravo. So many wonderful things to explore safely on the soup. Best regards David in NZ
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Trudy Schrader
Date: 7/25/2023 2:07:00 AM
Poetry is my tool for processing large concepts. I'm a verbal processor. I never want to publish. For me, that would feel like selling myself. I'm grateful for the space to process.
Date: 7/17/2023 6:11:00 AM
Trudy, this is a powerful, thought-provoking piece! I love how you used song lyrics at the end of each stanza to emphasize the message. I enjoyed reading this! Blessings, Kim M
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Trudy Schrader
Date: 7/17/2023 2:46:00 PM
Thank you, Ms. Kim. I had a rough night of spiritual warfare, and this was the result...I just had to get it out.

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