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Cut By the Knife

I am young I am old I am soft I am bold I can laugh I can cry I can quit Still, I can try Days they pass Turn to night Then come dreams Lost in flight Can't change the world Can't stop the rain But if I could I would end all of the pain For I am one In all that exist Throughout the years Throughout the mist Yet here comes my chance Or so goes my life Caught by the windmill.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....Cut by the knife ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 6/24/2014 2:53:00 PM
I have 'been there,' 'done that,' and got the tee shirt. Too bad it was just to big for me. So any times I have gotten the chance only to be torn apart by my windmills. I wish someone will stop the bloody thing. Not as dark as one would imagine, or I'm I mistaken? Nice job.
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Date: 6/24/2014 2:42:00 PM
This poem says so much.Sometimes We need to look up above the clouds to see the stars..and count our blessings which heal our pains.Going to my favourites John-Charma
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Date: 6/24/2014 1:32:00 PM
Moving and a little bit dark...I enjoyed reading.
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