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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Trips and Falls

He trips all over himself,
fumbles about and nervously
clears his frog throat.
He tries to explain
the world in his mind,
the hope and the light,
the fear and the doubt,
but all falls, trips,
down the stairs of
her thought, dismissed,
tossed out like refuse.
Posted by Brad Grenz at 10:13 PM

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