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like a swarm of bats

first they were far away
from a country girl
riding bareback into the storm

then they were buried
beneath cubicles and his need
for sports and security

later they came wailing
with the babies
and their scattered, pressing needs

now, my dreams come
like a swarm of bats
flying out of my heart

to be reborn
and nourished
and lived full out

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