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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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I had too many bags But no place to put my stuff Because all my bags were filled With the things that had been done And with the things that had been said To me By me About me So many bags But no place to put the things that I loved Arms aching Legs trembling Weak under the weight of all the ills and wrongs I had collected over the years When time came to move on I could never go very far The weight of all those bags Simply didn't allow for distance So I lagged behind While everyone and everything Moved swiftly by My friends My family My life I had too many bags But no place to put my clothes So there I stood Naked and alone With only grievances for company "I'll tell you how the sun rose A ribbon at a time..." - Emily Dickinson |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...James |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Thank you much James "I'll tell you how the sun rose |
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