Wednesday, March 1, 2006
LOST THEN FOUND
This is a poem I wrote, putting myself in my daughter's place when all she could do, was lay in bed and wait for her final day. Drenched Humidity, trickiling down my spine Stenched feeling all over my being, from nature Wondering how long it will last this time Questions, Answers, they are all so...
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