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Fifty-two, now,


and now,

what's a number?

fifty plus two 

and round up

and round down.

fifty two days

and not one of them marked

by a greatness

or step.

so what makes up fifty two?

sunrises, sunsets

heartbeats or tears?

i think it feels like forty-seven,

it could be twenty-two.

i checked my clock at fifty-five,

i'd thought it was fifty-three, now,

it's fifty-two now,

i think that's what they'd say.

but come this one more fifty-two

they wouldn't tell me when i get there.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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