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Broken Generals |
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woodtic Member
since 2002-01-06
Posts 87 |
Joeys' in the trash can looking for his lunch. Thought he saw a sandwich thought he saw a bunch. Billys' right behind him, ready for the kill. If Joey don't find them, Billy surely will. What are these hours we pass up to our grave? Units of the moment divisions of the days. We're riding high all summer, but it's winter after fall. With the changing seasons, so our life goes after all. Joey was the Premier. He escaped the new regime. Billy was his general or so it woud seem. When they rose to power Thought they had it made! but with the changing season, so mans' glory fades. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
woodtic You think that you’re the only one that’s been on the bottom rung of life, until you recognize a face that was headed down as you were headed up. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
WOW!!!!Powerful...such a great lesson put in such a talented way..I love it...**big hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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woodtic Member
since 2002-01-06
Posts 87 |
Not much time now, but thanx for the visitS.T. and Martie. |
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