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Tossing bottles of thoughts watching as some of them break against the crashing rocks and sea carrying with them little shattered pieces of me. Polished one day sea glass on a shelf sitting in a child's room dreaming of not being alone the child's cat snuggles close the warm wind tugs playfully at the window curtains like a ghost. Sunlight streams in making rainbows on a prism. Slanting like treasured memories.
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Short and sweet.
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Nice write .
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I think life is great and I read Jane Roberts books best with amber Allen publications care to write my thoughts :)
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great
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Beautiful words from a beautiful woman,,,Lisa
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Bills were passed and extension were changed
Adjustments to the law that never remains the same The people stood tall and rattled there chains For yesterday's already gone And tomorrow will never be the same The bravest pushed on through all the mud And all the pain As there oppressor raged another adjustment must be made. Another adjustment to the law that never remains the same So there oppressors can rage on That's why we put them in there chains. |
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Bills were passed and extension were changed
Adjustments to the law that never remains the same The people stood tall and rattled there chains For yesterday's already gone And tomorrow will never be the same The bravest pushed on through all the mud And all the pain As there oppressor raged another adjustment must be made. Another adjustment to the law that never remains the same So there oppressors can rage on That's why we put them in there chains. |
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Bills were passed and extension were changed
Adjustments to the law that never remains the same The people stood tall and rattled there chains For yesterday's already gone And tomorrow will never be the same The bravest pushed on through all the mud And all the pain As there oppressor raged another adjustment must be made. Another adjustment to the law that never remains the same So there oppressors can rage on That's why we put them in there chains. Nice Creativity |
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Nice poem .
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