No Lonely Poet
Monday, August 2, 2010
2.
starlight sparkles
in the snow
tell the story
what do you know
words run dry
as wit grows cold
gems so precious
for pennies are sold
where is the star
that gave my strength
where runs the river
that sped my gait
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