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...Waking Up...Exaling....Yawning....
Rubbing Eyes....The Blankets are a mess!
The One You Love lies-- calmly sleeping.
You view the clock...Another day..OH YES!
The air is blowing above your head...
The clock is ticking way louder than before
The dogs are watching for any sign of movement.
They Wait, like Greyhounds, For the opening of the door
The phone starts ringing in the other part of the house.
I finally stagger out make my way to the bathroom first.
By the time My Wife picks the phone, the ringing just stops
Coming Back, She falls lifeless, next to the outline of the dogs.
Is this Another Suburbia Morning, have I become a success?
Has I joined a group of people have I finally passed the test.
Is Our yard green enough and is the height just measured right.
Has Our garbarge been debugged-placed in containers made just right.
I'm a Westgate Reject, Wondering if I can make it just One more time around?
My Family and I, Holding on, Trusting God, knowing that He is in Control and personally placed Us HERE, for now, In THIS town..
[This page Created and Written by Kenny Mitchell for YOU and UPLIFTERLAND ®2005o]
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