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Post by NewMan™ on Sept 11, 2012 18:54:16 GMT -5
Another Page
Reflected back to me, my shadow speaks He plays a game of mystery, new answers he seeks he wants to know about dreams, why some last Yet others fade and crumble, ghosts of the past
So he set out on a journey, many years ago He walked, he ran, he crawled.. he felt the ocean flow he found a book of poetry and later, a new sound He learned how to fly yet keep both feet on the ground
He may never see Hollywood or act a role on stage Yet some dreams must never end, he turns another page..
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