Tuesday, April 8, 2008

From Dusk to Dawn

Pick from trees of years bygone
Fibrils of memories to don
Weave from it a rug of joy
And roam around the world..ahoy!

Amass your senses, move along
Follow the light and sing a song
Goodbye you bid to those that were
And kiss hullo on cheeks that are

You are your own true monarch
So dwell you not in shadows dark
Head yonder out to pastures green
Nurture your pride and reign supreme...

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