A winter sunset
Is very different
Than a summer sunset
I had a sudden urge to share that
Even though I can't fully explain it.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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This is where I put the words that come from inside. I don't think when I write, I just let things come. It could be called poetry. It could be called a diary with horrible grammar. You can call it what you will. You can interpret it as you will. Comments are welcome.
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