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Tormented Souls The green of the grass, The blue of the sky The smell of ocean air The smile of a passerby Brown patches on dead grass Dark clouds hanging in the sky Odors that reek of the onerous Tears that come without a cry It's the choice that we make Painting pictures of the whole That can be seen in the mind's eye or created from a tormented soul |
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9/26/2011 9:41 am |
So true Spiritwoman ^i^
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It reminds me of times gone by...Thanks Jim.
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