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10/02/09
Slingshot
As I sit outdoors, lifting my wineglass To October's stars and near-full moon, I make this wish of grandiose innocence:
Let me be the beneficiary of abiding peace — He who goes up against all life's Goliaths, With mere poems as his ammunition,
Knowing that though I'm no match For agencies of vengeance and doom, I might yet fell giants threatening my existence,
Simply by reciting my own Davidian Psalms, Saying no to death, yes to immortality, With nothing less than YHWH's breath in my slingshot.
10/02/09
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