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Just One

Just one, little drop.
Who could define it
Different from all the rain?
Yet, one little drop in the gray
Not quite as plain;

One leaf, out of all
The color-
Flamboyant of the trees,
This one, little leaf
Fluttered differently
Now in
The autumn breeze

And a fluffy, little cloud overhead
Knew herself not quite the same;
While the others, for the storms taking blame,
Her oasis of shade, thought she,
Was for
The thirsty made

And one man
Out of all those
Before Him rejecting the Christ,
Did not wait to be asked twice-
One soul hung on cross
So
All
Us
Lost
Could
See

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 “Love poetry of all sorts, have been writing most of my young and adult life.” 

Joe Dimino