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Post by Al Truest on Jan 13, 2005 22:22:18 GMT
sweet aching pain by it's measure my joy is heralded now to the mountain top and breathe in the glorious air for it's from tommorrow's valley I will aspire once again the thorn in my throat and the sting in my eye the utter despair that once more must be vanquished from my hurt i will arise to live even stronger still.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 13, 2005 23:56:07 GMT
The world is so small for those with a beautiful heart to those that feel the pain and see the injustice The price to pay affords a rich and hidden reward a reward so sweet a river of tears can not wash it away.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 17, 2005 19:55:02 GMT
Rose Bud
Soon to be a beautiful bloom adorned, protected by thorns.
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