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Blessings by Rebekah Danielson
Early, morning breeze Combs through her hair It carries dust From chalked flowers On the earth
Her bare feet Consumed by grass Her shoes Lay by the wand And soap Used for bubbles
As the clouds roll by The sun will come Another day Inside All tucked in She says a prayer To the One who grants the blessings. |