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Tuesday, November 7, 2006


Poem
When I get up from the bed
Constant thoughts come through my head
Visions of the future visions of the past
I can't tell as hours pass
Sitting in my room writing and thinking
A certain vision pops up when I'm blinking
I tried to fall asleep to make it leave
But I can't hide from the vision I've received

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