Open Poetry #12 |
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poertyman2002 Junior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 32Florida, US |
One by one, the clouds begin to drift. And then my friends begin to tell me swiftly. And i arrive at the conclusion of day and night. Thinking of sheep without their numbers. Bout family losing mothers. Fathers caring, brothers sharing. Finally they have come to see. My heart you and me has become. The truth and now the truth will shout. Out loud you see cuz I am me. |
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