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To abandon no-one And be riding the early day For apprehensions of tone And the man’s world But I had a clue And it was a rake And after the storms we endured It was a sudden dream That eluded all prose And the time we became As one That summer I exhorted the brightest man My father Whose ear for my son was in- A pillow of conscience For Doncaster That we shall follow the ruin Of what is not over And across the law For each tree to forswear In our season of change To be hers Is to be courage And the nightly promise Of rain without prayer Is cancelled for a higher dream Of the mentor that wasn’t hidden So that each forest swale Would buckle only under our own whim And the man we keep Whose return to the pay And his union dues Were stalwarts of this American dream So that apprehension Is not mine But a veil for the house And a sudden rise to the podium- Yes we are the best

For Kamala Harris- 💙