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The End Of My Rope 9/13/2020
Where did the moon go?
Did it leave like the snow?
Or did it go like the rain?
Only to begin somewhere new again.
Why did the sun reappear?
Was it always here?
Maybe time knows something I don't.
Maybe God found out what I won't.
That's what's funny about life.
The wind cuts you like a knife.
When you realize how small the earth is.
And how not long ago my birth was.
I won't always be here to stay.
But for now it's a new day.
One of promise, one of hope.
Until I'm at the end of my rope.

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