Wednesday, December 19, 2012


Weary I lay
Turned off news today
No more to say
I lived a good way
Prayed for my sins
Stacked food and ends
Prepared for how fate bends
Renewal extends
Cleanses us clean
Living savage and mean
Now thing of past scene
On the window I lean
Smelling the flowers so
We can continue to grow
Future we'll never know
Reluctant to see a rainbow

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