praying
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Does not get you what you pray for. But I don’t really want a golden goose so it’s all good. God, send me a cow.I need some magic beans.So I can climb right up to you.A beanstalk, verdant green—Send me something please, my Lord.I need a miracle.Just grant to me, your grace, my God.Wisdom, empirical.
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I put my prayers in poem.Because then I can look back uponThe prayers and see my progress.I’m learning how to hog less.I’m learning how to love me.I’m much better at loving thee.And the only way to be free.Is to express love endlessly.