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The Arbor's Gate

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The night had hung a full moon over the arbor's gate

as the shadows migrate beneath trellises of wild roses 

and I saw an angel in my dreams

as granny sang me lullabies as her tears flowed

over empty teacups and her cuddle-ups 

the night grandpa didn't come home

but an angel danced in soft shoes 

in a plate of grits and red-eye gravy

as night hung a full moon over the arbor's gate

making it squeak

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