there are no dead ends
only turning teaching places
one road leads to
another day to play
says one to his
friends that aren't there
doors open and close
controlled not by me
but by one who lives
truly lives beyond what i
imagine a world
that makes friends believe
that dead ends are dead
and closed doors are closed
for good leaving no way
out to the outside now
rain and wind
mud and cold
flying around the field
with old friends new
friends who support
and help show the way
along with him who lives
to open doors
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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I like it! You DO have some talent! I am just teasing! (Well, not that you have talent, but that it's a shocker.... anyway, I am lame!)
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