Made It Happen
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Thank you for coming and making me stick with it to the end.
Maybe I did it, but without you it wouldn’t have happened.
Come anytime, yes, please come again.

Surprise
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When you wake up in the morning with a list of things to do,
and a sleepy-headed husband says that there’s a gift for you,
and that it’s bigger than a breadbox and that it is upstairs,
and you look but cannot find an item waiting anywhere,
but you go outside to check if he forgot it in the car,
and you find a different car where you thought that you had parked…
well then jump up and down and turn around and quick run back inside
and run to the guest room and find your sleeping sister! That’s a great surprise!

Procrastinator
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There are some things on your list that you should just do “later.”
And by the time you get to them, they’ll be unnecessary.
And that’s one of the benefits of being a procrastinator.
It’s amazing what can happen while you tarry.

Feast Tonight
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If the food in the freezer flooded into the fridge
so the fridge food fled to the countertop,
let itself by diced and chopped,
then chose the frying pan over the fire,
there’d be a feast tonight.

Cover
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I could waste my time
thinking it’s all mine,
writing my own rhymes,
thinking they’re so fine,
thinking I’m so cool
making my own rules
teaching my own school
of thought, like I’m not
just using the same words
everyone has heard
plowing the same dirt,
feeding the same birds,
surprised that nothing grows.
Don’t I know
half of this is just for show?
How does the story go?
Oh, yeah: everyone dies,
maybe loved ones cries,
we dry off our own eyes
because it’s not really a surprise.
At least we died wise
or at least we tried
but what’s left of our lives?
A song of sacrifice
is the one (the one!) we won’t forget,
the one that lasting life begets,
and so I’m going to cover it,
yes, that’s the song I’ll be.
Cover it true, cover it new,
the best cover I can do,
and still I’ll need You,
your sacrifice to cover me.

But That’s Not What I Said
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Why are you getting all defensive
You think that I’m on the offensive.
But that’s not what I said.
You think that I am blaming you
that all our weekend plans fell through.

But that’s not what I said.

You think that I don’t like to wait
and that I think you’re kinda late.
But that’s not what I said.
You ‘pologize for what you wear,
assume that I don’t like your hair,
but that’s not what I said.
There you go, do it by yourself,
you think that I don’t want to help.
But that’s not what I said.
And when I turn and walk away
you think I’m having a bad day.
But that’s not what I said.
You think it’s not my favorite date
when I don’t touch what’s on my plate.
But that’s not what I said.
You say “Well here is the receipt,”
as if the gift is not that neat.
But that’s not what I said.
It seems like you’re always assuming.
You act like some big news is looming.
But that’s not what I said.
Sometimes you look and sigh at me
like I won’t ever let you be.
But that’s not what I said.
You know that’s not what I said,
and if my mind could be read,
oh you’d know, you know.
But that’s not what I said.

Give Us Strength
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To stay connected without being infected,

to stop being busy without getting bored,
to tell the truth and not forget mercy,
oh give us strength, dear Lord.

One Month To Go
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One month to go, and it won’t go slow.
I have lots of poems to write.
More than a month’s worth, that I know.
Plus, they can’t be trite.
Eleven months of ups and downs,
and I’m still writing here.
I might not have written a poem a day,
but I’ll have three-sixty-five in a year.

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