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she was born sunday
unknown

she was in and out of
 1
the roughest foster homes
 2
in the state,
 3
until the day she found
 4
her way to my front porch,
 5
skin kneed and sulking.  
 6
 
 
she came special delivery
 7
with a pink laced dress,
 8
a well-rehearsed
 9
how-do-ya-do? smile
 10
and a file as thick as
 11
the 2x4,
 12
which according to the contents,
 13
was the cause of that
 14
check-mark scar on her cheek.
 15
 
 
her name was sunday
 16
and i was never really
 17
quite sure about a lot
 18
of things concerning her,
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for instance the reason
 20
for the peculiar name
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or why she was considered
 22
a fragile case.
 23
 
 
she was pretty easy going
 24
and pretty in general.
 25
there wasn't a single reason
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to believe her to be the girl
 27
attached to the file.
 28
 
 
it wasn't until on a whim
 29
i took her to service
 30
one easter sunday
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that it all became clear.
 32
 
 
she prayed, "jesus
 33
i know you're mad at me
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because my momma made me
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on your holy day,
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but i promise
 37
if you'll just forgive me
 38
i won't be born
 39
on the sabbath no more."
 40

24 Mar 07


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Very sad

Thanks for the read,
Polly
 — unknown

aww very touching and real.
 — lanezfairy

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