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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 7:08 pm
The rose,
It grows,
So slowly,
In all its beauty,
But we run,
We flee,
We scream,
We cry,
Ever so fast,
Unlike the rose,
Searching for happiness,
Though we don't know what it is,
Or where to find it,
We just wander,
Looking,
But we're going in the wrong direction,
We have been,
So search for what happiness is,
And search for where to find it,
And most of all,
Search for how we turn around,
Because we're going in the wrong direction
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 8:17 pm
Wow, i like the creativity. biggrin
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hardkoreUSMC Vice Captain
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