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No mistakes

I know a girl

Whose father died

Far too young

So she found “daddy”

In the Oval Office

But that wasn’t her


I held a knife to her

In public

And then a flower


In her heart

The public said,

“It’s ruined”

But it wasn’t

For now she knows

Death isn’t real

And her father didn’t


That is what I was sent

To teach

What looks like disaster

Is salvation

And it is not possible

To make a mistake

You couldn’t know that

You never spoke to her

But I do know

And how do

you think

That happened?


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