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Stranger
How many times you have taken me where I cannot breathe this life, this air flashed before me was all that I knew seeing a future , imitating who I have been and who I am now still,I come to this place to bow Take this life, it is not my own I am here with joy on loan. a stranger that knows who I will be when I grow up Then we shall see. Raine Les 11/28/2009 |
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barrowed time within your rhyme,
granted passage to where you rest, or climb. Great read, and with sorrow,wink.. smile... |
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"...I am here
with joy on loan..." I have had one of my 97yr old Residents tell me that...Followed by..."...I've had enough borrowed joy, I'm ready to go Home.." Nice write Sadie... |
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I am here
with joy on loan. ^hmmm and fleeting that may be.....as always I enjoy your self reflective pieces. |
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Stranger How many times you have taken me where I cannot breathe this life, this air flashed before me was all that I knew seeing a future , imitating who I have been and who I am now still,I come to this place to bow Take this life, it is not my own I am here with joy on loan. a stranger that knows who I will be when I grow up Then we shall see. Raine Les 11/28/2009 |
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