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Sitting cross legged Middle of the ground Dust and Mud and Stones Feeling at home. Watch the sun go down Hear the birds chirp Sense the unspoken words. The pebble in hand Like a writer's tool Tells stories. And you Smile And you Weep And you feel free Sitting cross legged Middle of the ground.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Sitting Cross Legged
Sitting cross legged Middle of the ground Dust and Mud and Stones Feeling at home. Watch the sun go down Hear the birds chirp Sense the unspoken words. The pebble in hand Like a writer's tool Tells stories. And you Smile And you Weep And you feel free Sitting cross legged Middle of the ground.
the-haywire
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the-haywire
Indian
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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