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Jan 2010
I realize
that I am not the man
I should have been...

My nights are scattered darkness
becoming crows descending in light

to land on wheat fields
where they become golden,

where rivers of orange
run between green, flying shores

and I can swim along
on unsure footing

and still be accepted into your heart.
Written by
Gerardo SanDiego
696
   Darren Koobs and Bard
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