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TOURNIQUET

Let it be said that where her feet trod flowers grew
Tell how the spring waters of her rivers met the sea
And how her head shook merrily and fell anew
And her even passing passion made passengers see
Taught deaf to hearing and dumb new words of wonder
Praise and loving kindness her given melody
Shouting out the shutting fears of yesterday
Pulled out from the tearing of a blooded tourniquet
Of wounds waiting for the teared blindness
of broken promises spoken and failures
that fathered All that I won and loved today
For when good is wanted then greatness comes
whale
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