Micropoetry Monday: Random Acts

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Her life
was constructed of run-on sentences
that seemed,
to her,
with certain people,
a compound life sentence.

When the storm separated friends & family,
the man of few words realized
that communication was everything.

She took what God had given her
& what the world had taken away,
doing the best she could with what she had left,
which was time given,
not earned,
& which would be spent much too quickly.

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