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PAD: poem a day

the people in my head
said to me today
in a meeting they held
on the 8th of may
in the year of life
with too much strife

take words as your wife
soul mate, carry them
with your spirit
dreamer you are
even a dancer must have
vision, a beating heart
before twirling across floors

PAD, PAD, PAD
chanted the cheers
this was their convival-
a revival for rebecca,
for zanmi: to be true to thee
write a poem a day
unless into listless lull you
deem worthy and dive to
deep sink in the sea