It’s a moonlight miracle
I made it to my door
after turning the lock,
I sank to the floor.
I tried pacing but
my legs felt weak;
so I dialed Abbie
but I couldn’t speak.
Finally, my face
lit into a grin.
I turned to the sky
and asked Him, “Again?”
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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Mary Quince, this is awesome!
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