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Miracle Man
6/19/2022
Etched in prayer, this word I didn’t speak,
One that languished, lusting to be heard.
Lacking time, and without inclination to critique,
I let it remain, another small unspoken word.
I reserved this word, having not embedded deep,
thinking I might use it some opportune day.
But to tongue it lacked the impetus to creep,
why was this minuscule word, so hard to say.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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