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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

Father


I held a knife to her

In public


And then a flower

Bloomed


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

Die


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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