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When did my eyes start to reflect the past instead of the future? You look and see my tears my lessons, my reasons, my soul and my seasons. |
All I can say is nice... Short and sweet, & Painful. a back door Hiku. Thats true blue of you. The Poor Man's Poet. | Posted on 2006-11-02 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] | |