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Nothing
Jan 23, 2008 16:19:01 GMT -6
Post by shadow_scribe on Jan 23, 2008 16:19:01 GMT -6
Nothing I can do will change the way the roof keeps wanting to lift above my head. Nothing I can do will change the way the bluebirds of the skies shall sing. Nothing I can do will change the way a child plays in the mud puddle in my neighbor's backyard. Nothing I can do will change the way a window's glass shall show the world in plain truth. Because a roof shall always lift tall, A bluebird shall always sing, A young child shall play how he wants, And a window shall show a person the world.
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