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Gathering In
This Sunday morning, The fourth day of her gathering in, Holds its breath.
Though I can't know why, I sense that my mother Has made her determination,
Concluded that there comes a time When time is timeless, Has no time for her doings,
No time to see her dreams unfold, No time to tell her time, Only time for gathering her in.
10/10/11 - (3)
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