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Who, Can See What I See....
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April 2017 A Month for Fools Who, Can See What I See ....
Who, has that dream to share?
Would I wander lonely,
as, Wadsworth's cloud ?
You become, primal.
When your hearts, been torn.
You shy away from strangers.
Like, a beaten dog.
Pain, makes you wary.
And you trust no one.
You wither and die.....
Inside.
And now, I feel dead.
Bury me deep, six foot down !
And stamp on the earth ......hard.
As
To keep me, in my place.
Giajl © Jim Love
