Shine

there we go

now you go

not sure why

we rise

now you rise

this morning

this thing

our wishes for you

once were wishes for us

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seat of the pants, spur of the moment, written just now poem in response to a painting created by my father of my son on his first day of preschool

Steven Gowin, Dec 28, 2012

Nice rhythm and sweet.

Chad Smith, Dec 28, 2012

thanks Steven

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