Today, I feel like rhyming. I can write and I am inspired but it is not coherent. Now it is a good song. Not ever thing is good.
My friend, somedays I wonder how do you see something in the scope of time when you do not have the sight.
I just trugging through the dense folliage.
The bright side of life, is there is faith and promises and life is not over, it is just beginning.
If you know what it has taken to write this... you will appreciate it...
HG
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