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My Salvation

Lies in a little tin can At the foot of a dresser A little dream resting on a hardwood floor Waxing and waning. Every child needs something or other to snuggle up to Or reach out for And believe is alive and listening A little dirt A few weeds and a wind blowing Some cotton to drag through it And hold tight to. Something soft Something real A good, old, friend.

My Salvation

Lies in a little tin can At the foot of a dresser A little dream resting on a hardwood floor Waxing and waning. Every child needs...