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Tuesday, May 17, 2005


   Poem
This is a poem that my cousin, The Great Spid, wrote. I liked it and I hope you all like it to.

The Trees are blooming
Spring is here
As the sunlight peeks past the clouds
And a warm breeze is in the air
The Birds sing a song
Which warms the hearts of all that is around to hear the sound
But those who hide in the darkness of there own souls
Do not hear the songs of the birds
And they try to spread their sorrow and hatred to all in hopes that the bird's song will soon die
But even in times of great sadness and despair
The Birds song will prevail through all that seems hopeless
Just like the Sun whom prevails past the clouds, to warm our backs, and our hearts

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