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Post by MXB on Jun 12, 2006 5:58:48 GMT -5
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER TEAR
MY SOUL CRIES FOR YOU,
AND IT RAINS
ALL OVER THE WORLD.
WHEN I CRY FOR MYSELF, THE SUN
SHINES, AND FROM
THE SWEET TEARS CRIED\YESTERDAY, BEAUTIFUL
FLOWERS GROW TODAY, BLACK WITH
THE COLOR OF THE RAINBOW THEREIN
THEM PROMISING THAT, NOT ANOTHER
SOULS TEAR NEED FALL. TONIGHT I
WILL LAUGH LOUDLY AT THE THOUGHT.
NO MORE RAIN. HA! NO MORE SUN
SHINE. HA! HA! TOMORROW I WILL
BE ACCUSED BY MY SPIRIT OF WAKING
LOVE WHEN THERE WAS NO ONE TO
LOVE IN THIS DAY MARE OF REALITY.
AND IM SURE THAT THE DAY AFTER
TOMORROW, IT WILL RAIN AGAIN
ALL OVER THE WORLD....
REESE
July 24 '04
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Post by jeffsoldwife on Jun 12, 2006 12:38:12 GMT -5
Such a sad, sad poem
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