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Come on in.
Come on in.
I’ve got a story to tell.
Come on in.
Come on in,
and sit a spell.
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My mama put her hand on my shoulder
said, Honey you have grown bolder.
That’s all well and good,
but please don’t expect your life to be like polished wood.”
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Come on in.
Come on in.
I’ve got a story to tell.
Come on in.
Come on in,
and sit a spell.
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Splinters come and give piercing pain.
Daddy said, ” They themselves are not to blame.
Life gives us good reason
to appreciate all seasons,
those dark and cold,
those with deeper souls.”
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Come on in.
Come on in.
I’ve got a story to tell.
Come on in.
Come on in,
and sit a spell.
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“When you were three,
living nearly took the best of me.
I closed the door to my room and on my pillow cried,
the most potent tears that ever left my eyes.”
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“The tears left in my heart an empty space.
I then thought of the love you gave.
The pictures on the refrigerator door,
you were showing off the costume you wore.
Warmness filled the empty space in my heart
and I realized hurt in life is an important part.”
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Come on in.
Come on in.
I’ve got a story to tell.
Come on in.
Come on in,
and sit a spell.
–
mary jane goodman
2015 November
