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Talk to me, hear me, know that I am

And teach me to be like a lamb.

Feel me and see me and touch me with love

'Cause, sometimes, I don't give a damn.

Hold me and tell me that life will work out

No matter my choice of the route.

And somehow there is a great plan to my life

That I just haven't learned yet about.

Sorry to anyone who pronounces that "root".

You know what? I kinda like this the way it is. Short and sweet.

Cool poem Coan, have you thought of a title for it?