A Product
Of My Memories
WRITTEN: BY Tom Wright
11-21-2011
An inner longing for friends once known,
Even some, that flow has whispered away.
I’ve cataloged thoughts as time has grown,
Time’s swiftness I liken to a bird of prey
God, has caused me to intercede, it’s true,
When naught, but He alone, has known;
And as time’s monumental chasm grew,
I testify of...
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