©2020 Steve King
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What would I do if favored wishes
Came like the rains to cover me?
What would I do?
Would I content to empty my soul
of blazened dreams, untested hopes?
Every desire within my grasp,
Real to my eyes, each waiting sense.
Spent to time and easy use,
Mine no more.
What would I do?
A little something for Joy’s 55
