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Thursday comes on slides of hope
sandbox at the bottom
to soften the fall of tender
feet left at the door without ‘em
the crips and troubled stand up tall
as Tuesday’s storm has cleansed it all
to clarify the dreaded fall
kept safe within a melted soul
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