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Busy, We're Busy Living
We're busy living our little lives Don't you think it grand? A trip here and there by air but mostly jaunts by land. Some say that this or that is bad not to drink or eat it but others toss a knowing smile, choose another biscuit. We're busy living our fragile lives how short they seem to run but who would choose not to have one when all is said and done.
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Judge's Wife, The
They migrated from the provinces when the judge retired. This was to escape the escalating violence in those places. He was very formal and never failed to speak. You always saw him impeccably dressed in his dark suits. His wife dressed nicely, too, and you thought she wouldn't be caught dead without her heels--sometimes high, sometimes medium, never low. I suspect she'd worked only inside the home. They'd brought up three children. He'd always provided them with nice houses and housemaids. As she was a racist, she'd never been able to forgive the child who married bi-racially nor fully accept the in-law. During the old white judge's last days and weeks, as his health failed further and further, she became exasperated and fed up with running here, running there despite paying a full-time nurse with money he'd earned(or stolen). Then he died and the running stopped acutely. Rest ensued. I think she'd planned to live with one of the children but it wasn't to be. So, she's with us still, but she doesn't live alone. She lives with a live-in housemaid by the grace of God. A judge's pension can be fairly comforting. Maybe in her thoughts or heart she lives alone. But who really knows?
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You Who Loved Me Truly
You who loved me truly have left me here behind Now I'm working on your substitute I trust He'll be as kind. Although I talk to Him each day His answers aren't by tongue Doesn't matter, I say with cheer, what I'm after is His ear. You who loved me unstintingly no longer ring me up Just the same I keep you near like a cracked but favourite cup. At times I fear my own farewell but justice must be done and who am I to seek parole? Of all His billions I'm just one.
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Ah, Favourite City
It is, of course, the Colombian capital.
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Campus Walkers, The
...you rest, anyway, in knowing there will always be the campus walkers who go briskly round and round--undeterred--near 5 pm when the highland sun has lost its vigor; campus walkers who feel convinced at that moment and site that the physical world as created is indeed a marvellous masterpiece of beauty and mystery never to be surpassed. In part even.
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