fallen leaves at my feet, too many to count, and nothing too eat,winter is coming and spring and summer are gone. but i am the one. who remembers.there is nothing wrong. i put a way. the past, and hold the day for god him self,there is little to pray. just be thankful for the family you have left,and the friend you meet this year.for if it wasn’t for that think how lonely it would be. the end.
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that was beautiful…I didn’t know you were such a poet !!
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