Not really...but after just reading about 30 of his books to my kids.....hehe...you get my drift, right? This is actually the end to my archives of poetry, so I guess I need to start writing some more, lol.
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Will my tears fall to freedom
And bathe the parched skies?
Freeing my dreams, my fears,
Freeing my will to die?
Will my tears fall upon you
And bathe your downcast face?
Drowning you within my depths
Leaving you no escape?
Will my tears fall silently
And let me quietly fall?
For when you think none is there
Is there one at all?
Will my tears fall for reason
Or just because they will?
Will they make me who I am?
Or am I that just still?
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I do promise to get more up here soon. Life is slightly hecitc right now.
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