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  • Gary Hunter

When love is a Habit - Sept. 14, 2020

you can be lost and directions

will fly out of a stranger’s mouth

you can stumble and a

hundred arms will reach for you

you can say the wrong thing and

everyone will hold you harmless

you can cry and many will catch

your tears and cry too

when love is a habit

you find gifts on the trails

of misfortune because of all

you’ve handed out to others

isn’t that the way it should be?


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