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Almsgivers
I learn not to disturb the eaves and barefoot is for those brave and calloused of foot. I find out that a dog lover can love a cat. And a businessman with electronic brain cells and strong hands can be kind to a lost cousin. I give thanks to the almsgiver. In this land of scorpions and wasps, where sun and humidity boil me in my own skin, I trim the pink rosebush: watchful for thorns, watchful of the land. Healing slowly under the bonanza of the Arkansas sun, I give thanks to The Almsgiver. © Kåre Enga Notes: For my cousin, Allen Lawrence Morgan of Bonanza, Arkansas. cousin = almsgiver, Creator = Almsgiver
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