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"Look at the shadow on our tree |
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Seems we'll meet an early dusk" |
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Loretta looked up, the gray sky low |
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Two-by-two on the bus |
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Water and anger in our house |
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Though she spoke of rainbows |
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Reaching the roof with soaking shoes |
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River's up, where'd she go? |
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You're wiser, Loretta |
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You're wiser, and only twenty-five |
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Churning, the TV floating by |
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Through our room and out the door |
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Loretta, she prayed for what to do |
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If it rained anymore |
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She was a washcloth wet with love |
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I was not; she was mine |
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I'm in the olive tree next door |
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River's up to my eyes |
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You're wiser, Loretta |
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Much wiser, and only just in time |