At one time I loved you
And every which way the wind blew
I thought of you
And time went on
I became
Myself
And realized
That
I still
Loved you
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Posted by True at 5:28 PM
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The prose of my life is by chance...random, yet true.
At one time I loved you
And every which way the wind blew
I thought of you
And time went on
I became
Myself
And realized
That
I still
Loved you
Posted by True at 5:28 PM
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