Send me a good man, oh heaven, if no woman be found. Send me a boy, I may teach my arts, from the beginning. Send me away, to a forest...deep and old, where her trees are great, and a dream come true. Send me a crumb, a heel of bread, a portion...that this world deny. If it please you, heaven...
...thank you.
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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