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I see her throwing flowers

and most cherishing every hour,

but look back at the old school chair

and realize there's nothing there.

There's a chair next to it,

and on it I can see a shape:

small, lonely, and dark - almost black.

I walk to it and find it's my heart.

As I pick it up from the chair,

I realize that it's dying,

and I look around, but I'm alone.

But I walk out to find

that dreams do come true.

There she is with husband and kids,

and I find myself with friends,

goats, chickens, and a sweet garden.

So sun and rain splatter our faces

with blessings and God's good graces.