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Good Morning, Starshine You childhood was a myth you thought until you heard me reminisce then you decided we were fools to think that we could stop them flat with truth and guile or sticking plastic roses into living guns and tanks Some bought their children GI Joes and mocked your mom who was too stanch to concentrate on anything, except her truth she sang and when you came she laughed and died your tiny fingers in her hand Starshine, it's true you hunger for another name one fit for law or academe but there was wonder in her eyes that blinded her to that design you must not blame her that she died I miss you Starshine I have memorized your face at five, your mouth is pursed but still you smile I have you captured in a haze of pied bubbles on the porch that you are jumping up to burst resplendent in a tie died shirt As you divide another stock and feed your little Brittany with formula from companies that sell outdated formula to nourish infants overseas know that your mother's soul and mine are grasping metaphoric hands and dancing into Washington or Teheran to damn the rain of terror that did not begin or end in sixties songs We need you to complete love's cycle, warm the circle's core whatever path you must explore nous vous adorons |
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