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Tom Zart ( / )

Luck

once
we were young
at this
machine...
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

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Comments (5)

Beautifully done and thoughtful. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful blessings for the soul
God controls everything we love, need and desire... So true, awesome poem! !
Such a beautiful poem about God and His blessings. Satan won't get a chance to even come near the door! He is always being watched. A faithful poem I really enjoyed it.
Really liked it. We could all have a bit more faith. A really great poem.