August 29, 2011 by Charles Henry Wolfenbloode
The rushes and the vines,
The trees and the pines,
The river and the stream,
The light ray sun beam.
How could they all have went away?
I ask myself everyday.
If you fail, we all do,
Those words wrung so true.
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