Friday, August 26, 2011
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
A Short and Sweet Poem.
there is a land beyond the yonder mountains and seas,
that calls my soul upon it's tickle carried on the nightly breeze.
Perhaps that land that seems so far is actually the water in which I swim,
I fear I may never learn the answers to pass on to my next of kin.
that calls my soul upon it's tickle carried on the nightly breeze.
Perhaps that land that seems so far is actually the water in which I swim,
I fear I may never learn the answers to pass on to my next of kin.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
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