Miracle!
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Eric Cockrell
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the way your
small hand fits
in my gnarled and
battered old hand...
and feels like home!
your fleeting smile
a cup of water,
a tree giving shade
against the sun.
what you say
never speaking a word!
what you give...
without looking back!
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