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The Babies Are in Bloom Again
Just when you think the last bell has rung,
Something comes to you in a dream,
A bee decides to bumble by,
Laughter sounds throughout the house.
You belong to a cool breeze on a sultry day.
Your voice is the voice of truth
That echos from the mountain top;
Nothing can stop you from being who you are.
All along, a star was shining on your path.
Now you see it and your heart responds
By kindly greeting gentle beings--
They are so beautiful in bloom.
©2007 Michael Fraley
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