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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Whispers in her corridor voices over heard Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas She swings open her door to let light come in Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase Stone walk ways through its ivy hedge lying dew She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul Talk of the town that was until she fell ill Now deep within her thought she ponders her past Reflections come to those who choose Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence with dent Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away sense Then one dreary day a knock came at her door Lest that she shall implore some other way Behind the door stood a tall man Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp Her first impression was to send the man to camp For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp Old woman by the shore lest I implore Yet give life time We never know what's around the corner In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man His sad face had an unfashionable embrace A lone trace and a thoughtful warm trace A closer look and she soon realizes without any surprises For it was none other then her own flesh & blood It was his eyes does it come at any big enough surprise Brown just like her's With questions that she once heard A plot of land brought back his memories A mark on the tree would set the story free After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp Happy as a lark her face look straight to the ocean The reunion with her son Was a heaven sent magical potion Through darkened asps with briars in rhetoric strange decorum A morning has broken and true light came flowing With shadows torn in darkened circumstances Heavenly father is a God of second chances!
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