Sunday, April 15, 2007
Second Chances, Eternal Dances
WHAT ABOUT SEEDS My Elder, Earle Brooks, a clean-shaven face A voice equally brown, mellow, healthy Took the truth of sowing seeds, any place, Just planting as told, though soils be rocky In a quiet corner of this world, some groups May gather and pray or plot corruption Many quiet corners, so many...
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