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Thursday, November 26, 2015

oh canada

in the dead of the night
when you can hear 
far off whispers
floor boards murmur
see distant stars
i stare intently
at the fire
hear the wood wail
feel the heart burning
with all that blood inside
i think of shoeless migrants
who feel hope 
on a rumbling stomach
and cold aching feet
marvel at their mix
of despair and hope
and the open arm welcome
of my country of adoption


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