Grain
It’s like walking on sand
With your feed dug in
Millions of grains on your skin
The solar system would stop spinning
If one was unaccounted for
Bless them for entering your day
Forgetting time and sending it on its way
I will forever love the act of recognizing god
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
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