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Mar 2014
Anger is a fools way of displaying things so true about what he is all about but not in a quiet way.

19. Color me says me to you
And you stand there staring away at me as though you hardly know what to do or say
And then you pick up a crayon and you toss it away,
""for see says He,
You have no color
for you are just only you."

20. A man approached a door,
And upon the door a sign read leave all of your values inside this box that I have sat here for you,
And he reached into his pockets and they were all empty and He did not know what to do,
And the door opened and a voice said, "welcome,
come on in."

21. Once there was a tree,
but it had no branches visable to the human eye
And so,
Along came the wood cutter and he proceeded to take out his ax
and wham,
down it came.
jo.
jo forstrom
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