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outside the window... outside the window
in my mind the river answers the mountain and sun-dried dreams lie like love beside my hand i go to this place in honor knowing it will be there still again -joy lackey |
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(poems i am.) i'm gonna write this
sittin right here poems i am. i want so much to write something even if it's sam i am the snow fell softly upon the blue cedars beside my self it wasn't long before it had covered the 1957 green and cream ford fairlane the next time i looked out there was two foot of snow on its roof and at least three under its sides under-foot i heard a silent voice whwhich was only felt it said all is well |
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