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Thinking of parks, gardens, and yards.. Not a single minute of wonder Not even a street to wander Sitting in silence at home, Not even a window to look out of Not a single door to open Imprisoned in the darkest place a person can dream of Just wishing I could have a glimpse, of what the world looks like
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
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Thinking of parks, gardens, and yards.. Not a single minute of wonder Not even a street to wander Sitting in silence at home, Not even a window to look out of Not a single door to open Imprisoned in the darkest place a person can dream of Just wishing I could have a glimpse, of what the world looks like
The book I picked was 'Literature' by Alice Walker.
mindless-dreamer
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
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