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    2009 - 10.25

    Right before my words left me

    I told them to be true

    To go out into the world

    To mingle and teach

    Sifting through minds everywhere

    For they are born of me and are pieces of my soul for the taking.

    Long have these phrases uttered and read resided in my bones.

    Painfully wrenched free by life’s experiences.

    Examined and turned in my minds eye

    Now I watch them running lip to lip

    Hoping they will touch you friend

    As they have touched me.





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