April 5, 2009
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Poems are written for good and bad
we write what we feel
and what we don't understand
I'm here today
because earth gave birth to me
earth gives birth everyday
that's why it's always round
we think of the unexplainble
while the explainble is waiting
waiting for you
you to be
as long as your here
you'll be
as long as you're with me
you'll be mine

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