Topic: Of Night and Light | |
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the tired Smith whom beats and hammers his Words in the Night Fear Me, Fear Me Not, i do Not care. for Words set down upon the deep and royal purple shades of night Always seem to have there Way, To come into the light. -S.R.R. Apr'12 Time Heals All Wounds, Time Wounds All Heals...... But Wounds Time........ALL HEALS |
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