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Mar 2021
When I Wake up in the morning I have a pocket full of stars. To get me through the day It's like a pocket full of dreams, That I'm to give away To someone having that bad day.if i Could have fit the moon In my pocket, I would have put it's lite inside lockets. And give them to the children who live In the *******. Waiting for someone to show them the light To guide them Out of the dark places, We're time forgot The ones on the streets That never get to see The better side of reality!
Holds on to your light.
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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