May 18, 2009
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It isn't money filling me to the throat
It isn't my enemy's stroke
Nor is it the fountain that pours liquid gold
It isn't the pleasure of being _years old
It isn't the victory of war
Or our battle scar
It isn't made of sunshine or ice
It's my little peice of paradise
Here the cat purrs and children laugh
The sun shines warm upon my bare back
My family is a melody swimming in my ears
A true peace of heaven lives here

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