zaaclindsay
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since 08-12-2009
Posts 104
Ottawa Ontario
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0 posted 09-22-2009 04:13 AM
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In thru the mist
I slip into forest deep
A midnite's sun of moonbeams
couldn't help a body see
The floor still warm from sunlight
leaves shift softly in the breeze
and I come to rest
near a babbling brook
and fall down to my knees
To drink cool water precious
from the river of winding light
that feeds the soul and renews my heart
against the perils of the night.
Dream softly,gently precious soul
enjoy the slumber, yours at last
and make your way with special care
for your days are numbered as
the grass
Find the shoreline
and learn to be
but, first good soul;
but first...
to sleep.I kept wondering why that frisbee kept getting bigger and bigger....and then it hit me.
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