Blind Unfaith

June 6, 2010
By Jane_P PLATINUM, San Clemente, California
Jane_P PLATINUM, San Clemente, California
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Favorite Quote:
When asked about race...

"Well, when I went to the bathroom I was Russian, and when I came out I was Finnish."

or, alternatively:

"Irish I could tell you."


So often we see a withering tree
Standing there alone in winter’s cold day
That eyes are blind to snowflakes floating free
Floating free to this snowy winter’s sway
So often we see life as a season
And fly through toil on a single wing
We will complain of life without reason
As our reason hides in a frozen spring
How conceited we are, even so blind
That we’ve left wisdom and truth far behind



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