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Post by columbia on Sept 25, 2006 10:05:20 GMT -5
I awoke one morning and shifted from my bed Left the comfort where I would so often rest my head Looked out the window while I buttered my toast And dreamt of far off places I yearned for most
A morning bird sat on the windowsill His cheerful voice in the form of a trill A breeze swept through from the open sea A smile raised while I pour my coffee
Time slows to a pause while I bask in happiness The sun shining bright as the sky seems cloudless For these are the days I long for the most A Christmas Holiday on the Australian seacoast
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Post by DeadFlamers on Sept 25, 2006 10:19:27 GMT -5
nice happy poem!
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Post by columbia on Sept 25, 2006 10:33:56 GMT -5
*gasps again* omg i know hey
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