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"It's quite a sad love of work"
I had my epiphany on a Thursday morning
It may have been a Sunday
Maybe even Tuesday
Some time ago
But not long enough to forget
This epiphany occurred every day
Regardless of when it started
Even though it never asked
It woke me up every time
Like when a little raindrop reaches for your arm and lands
Waking you up even when you're not asleep
It's as sudden as a child's voice
Making itself known
Making itself heard
Even when their guardian isn't listening
someone is
Guardian Angel
Can our angels give us wings to rent without a fee
So maybe someone like me can fly to better yesterdays?
