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Hope is the incense smoke curling up from Granny's hands, the sunlight streaming through the rafters of an old temple, me, holding incense, standing in the sunshine.
The "marshal" is making a charge, a "commander" has bit the dust, "mines" are going off left and right; Thank God, I packed up my battle gear long ago.
We said we'd always meet again, no matter if we turned to dust, and here we meet today. I reach out my hand, the hand that, once so fine, sewed for you your battle suit. Familiar?
Everything set for the feast day, lanterns, flags, badges, and pigs; all the hubbub is great, plus Daddy's shoulders to sit on.
The big tree's branches stretch toward the sky, Daddy's hands reach over a limb; gnarled and twisty roots below, on a branch above, the family's "life-root."
All stories have a similar beginning--They lived happily ever after. .. .
The "marshal" is making a charge, a "commander" has bit the dust, "mines" are going off left and right; Thank God, I packed up my battle gear long ago.
We said we'd always meet again, no matter if we turned to dust, and here we meet today. I reach out my hand, the hand that, once so fine, sewed for you your battle suit. Familiar?
Everything set for the feast day, lanterns, flags, badges, and pigs; all the hubbub is great, plus Daddy's shoulders to sit on.
The big tree's branches stretch toward the sky, Daddy's hands reach over a limb; gnarled and twisty roots below, on a branch above, the family's "life-root.".
All stories have a similar beginning--They lived happily ever after. .. .
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