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The Sun

He prisons many a life indeed
Within the narrow cells of seed,
But cannot call them forth again
Without the sesame of rain.

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  • ea Moderators member
    February 14, 2006
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    the "sesame of rain" just strikes me as being so magical! It sound like the sprinkling of seeds from the overturned bagel bag and the incantation of "Open Sesame," both! Another GEM from Father Tabb.