I write poems. I shall post them. MAN it's good to be forced to rest (:
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
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