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Dec 2011
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in poetry,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in front of me,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in due time,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in side of me,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in turmoil,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in perfect order,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in a place unknown
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in someone else,
Some days I wake up and all my thoughts are in mouth ready to become words,
Ready for me to set them free, and not look back,
Those are the days the atmosphere falls heavy on the hearts of all those
Un-listening fools who hear just fine,
The moment when the same thoughts tried to gain access to their outlet,
Only to get told "not now" or "maybe later"
That's not me, well not any more, now I have an outlet, with a profile and everything....
Now my observed words can swagger out, doubtless and strong, become mature sentences who share their purpose, with other purposes.

BE BLESSED
GRACIAINC
Just having fun with my profile entry, but ran out of space.
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