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TO MY DAUGHTER

Good space is hard to find
On this earth – or in your mind.

Cherish it, protect it, nurture –
Take it for granted? Never.

Dirt is the forgotten truths
From which all things bloom,

But without heart, vision
And hope they become barren

And sparse landmarks between
Horizons. Love where you’ve been,

Trade your princes for kings.
Trust in what your good space brings.

Posted by John Dofflemyer on July 7, 2010 4:29 AM |

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