Q & A

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There is a pattern to the rain

the sound of crunching leaves

the way music notes can ring

something to believe

 

Concrete and grass

apples and ash

baseball and masks

nothing left to ask

 

Dot the i

cross the t

pitter-patter

0 and 1s

a rhythm to the roar

 

Can’t you hear it too,

a light shining from

the shore?

 

(Finally)

 

Would you

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could you

 

believe

 

in me?