Thursday, August 9, 2012

My Life Comments

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As a child I squeezed under the gates of the friendly confines
Watched as each spring center field's growing vines
I spiraled upward to the top of Wrigley Field
Rode a screaming fire truck as all traffic yield
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Timothy Michael Ricke
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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 09 August 2012

The message in this poem is great.Give those who are in need and let them live. Nice to read the journey and adventures!

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