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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(1/22/97)
WRITTEN SAME

Is it to be that all things that have
shattered return to the happy days
we spent on that old rickety porch
swing watching the sun set behind
the great hill which we had climbed
so many times only to find your
children climbing that same hill just
as you did all of those many years
ago thinking how hard it was to climb
down again into the sweet valley of
the morning just waiting till an elegant
rainbow forms for you to slide