The words flow from pure emotion
As the pen marks upon the page
Nature walk
Over the river Through the woods Down the trail we go We never know what we may see On the ground or the the tree A rabbit Some deer Fish...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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