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Words poetic
These are my words, they mean something to me and hopefully something to you, the reader....
Updated and added too when I can...
Please contact me with comments or suggestions and thank you for reading my words.....
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Wednesdays Child
My life is just like a mirror, reflecting what's going on around.
When alone my face is empty, broken by the voiceless sound.
I always try to keep in company, or solemn silence will prevail.
Try to keep my flagging spirits, from curling up and going stale.
Maybe because I’m a wednesday’s child, that I’m filled with woe.
Oh I wish to be a thursday’s child, then I could have so far to go.
bkewl.
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