Look what I found in my little tiny fountain pond this morning...
Friday, July 23, 2010
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
From Where Did This Come?
Every line upon my face
Tells a story of a place
In my life
I laughed, I cried
Oh yes, and sometimes lied.
For living life is not so pure
As one is told in youth
One does what one must do
To survive, Life
One does what one must do
And so it goes with you and you
Then when life you begin to see the other side
You will make no attempt to hide
Behind the stories told in youth
You will embrace with open arms
THE TRUTH
Then life comes so pure and clean
You want to scream,
"I’m still alive! Look at me I survived!"
Meo 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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