A Prayer


Grandma is now old,
still keeps her habit of praying evening
in an old dialect that we,
her grandchildren, can’t understand.

Jesus can’t either, I guess.
For him I pray within myself:
Lord, it’s time now. Learning a foreign language is important.
Better start with the dialect of Northern Jiangsu.


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陈贵亮

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Crossover

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