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Soul Searching

A wooden piece of a frame. A journey has been forgotten. A day that tested our heart. It is working fine I’ve checked it. Toy’s that we played. A destination that should be remembered. A spirited soul lurking near us. It is here I’m sure it is.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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