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DAZZLING
Even at seventy eight
she was dazzling.
Up early, happily greeting
sunlight,
her worm in sight.
It wouldnt get away.
Even so, she always
had time to pause,
happier to see me
than anyone else.
For her greeting every morning,
even God would be grateful.
I think she'll get the job.
- Judith Pordon
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