Thursday, August 27, 2009

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When one no longer differentiates between what’s called day and others call night
And losing ones self becomes blessed peace at heart along side a little respite
And feelings no longer accord with the rainbow but find them selves shades of gray
And the mind does silly tricks as if refusing to follow rules of today
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Ruth L. Rivers
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