STOP
On the first day of April i built a person out of sticks
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and living things
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so that i may have some company
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The stand
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nestled in the dirt
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is supported by the Earth
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just behind a tree of vines
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and you can see it especially well as the sun climbs
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Northward in the sky
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arcing towards summer days of heat
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where feet never leave sand and skin crackles
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in the shower not able to stand
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hot water
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after receiving so much solar love
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This 1st day of April
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i put myself above me
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and found time to do the things that are simply
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pleasing
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Oh what a gift,
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this existence is
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if you let it be
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Oh what a gift
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the smile we share between tea leaves
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Oh what a gift
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a simple conversation can be
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to lift the solemnity of a lonely mind
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and create a divine connection
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here in this holy dimension
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where all of life is made to play
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competing for love
on vast plains of open space
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how grateful to take away
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what is unnecessary
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leaving behind
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pure. sweet. oil.
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to drip down the chin
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pure.sweet.love.
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and toothi grins
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