Peace

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Pink clouds engulf a bright red sunset beautifying the horizon. The beating rhyme of creaking gifts was the comfort of my rocking chair. The quiet whistle of the trees eyes followed the glistening grass. A leaf silently falling was my secret lullaby; as the day bled into night I beheld the glow of the new born stars. The amazement became my bed time story. My eyelids grew heavy as I sunk into my smile for the night had showed me some truth.





-A man is only as shallow as his gene pool





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