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Father's Day
I woke up from a dream and I immediately wrote this poem lightning strikes broken thunder, earth and child torn us under a seething bath while calamity boils infestation to manifestation. New ways of old returning as rushing waters, flooding the undulating valleys of all men's hearts,. mistake, encourage and shatter dreams of past paradigm. A world of maladies maladapted, the unsung song the uncapped keeping, a sovereign cure with a sovereign crown when father time returns.