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Dirt in my hands
Cash in my pocket
Seeds in the sand
A plug in the socket.
Water in its banks
The runner in his race
The ship that once sank
Is still in its place.
The grief-stricken moon
That will never leave
The unforgotten tune
The trick up my sleeve.
There's a place for me
Another for you
A place for somebody
A place for the Jew.
A question has a choice
A thought has a head
The sound of my voice
Like a well-made bed.
A night ends and starts
A day starts and ends
The whole has its parts
And we say Amen.
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Everything has it's place. Amen.
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