I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova
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You drove up in your pickup truck
That hot September day
Not a wisp of wind in the parking lot
But honey I was blown away
I'm talking 'bout smithereens
Just you in a pair of jeans
Now I know what crazy means
Then one Tuesday night Daddy said
"Some guy's on the porch with a big bouquet"
You stood there with your slicked-back hair
And honey, I was blown away
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