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Unexpected Holiday

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Wake up! It’s time.
Go back to work
and while you do your job
begin to hum a bit,
remind yourself to ask
(over and over, sung with joy)
who else is lucky enough
to wander halls full of
strangers and distraction,
frequent tragedy, bravado,
goofy scattered sweetness,
a few familiar hearts, and oh
the occasional burning bush
of unexpected miracles

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