

My FriendsHere I sit upon the sandMy Friends
Equipped with thoughts and pen in hand Yet not the words do I command
but they command of me.
I just sit and as they come
I write them down one by one No one knows where they come from Somewhere inside of me
Maybe this sound I always hear
I have just forgotten though the years
It is really not so strange to me
Its the sound of my friends reading my poetry.
You gave to me so many things The hopes and dreams of what life can bring And then for be you did something else
You let me stand all by myself &nbs
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There has been a restoration.
thanks for the
beside that, I'm tagging you
check my journal for rules.
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One needs not look just to see.
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