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Text Me a Message


Text me a message before I am gone,
Before waving shadows cover my lawn.
Candles and peaches, not rats in a bowl—
Text me of these things to cheer up my soul.
Don’t text about fences shredded by fate,
Just stick to the truth, let’s have a clean slate.
The truth being this, and always will be:
I’m made for you, dear, and you’re made for me.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Clear

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Mrs. Cranston left a stone at Roxaboxen Park, Yuma, Arizona. (Read why people leave stones at Roxaboxen.)
 


The message is clear
without a Rosetta Stone:
neat story, neat place.

 
Text © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Rosetta Stone”