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Anyone want to SKYPE for the day?
Meet face to face?
Like God on resurrection day
facing the newness of the garden
before Mary passed His way.
Anyone want to SKYPE for the afternoon?
Meet face to face?
Like on the final presidential debate.
facing the discussion of the season
before election day.
Anyone want to SKYPE for the night?
Meet face to face?
Like sometime today?
After a writer gives her words away.
And fretfully leaves her cave
to face the gruesome reality.

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