Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Outside my door

Outside my door there is much to be found,
The world could shake unto the ground.
My thoughts run wild and depth is true,
What has gone on keeps running through.

For a time I shall dwell,
in hopes of it going well.
Outside my door there is a world to discover,
In hopes to find another.

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