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2-13-01

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 13, 2001, 21:34

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Itís starting to come together
As I live in rainy weather
My goals and plans take shape
My frown begins to break
As I move on to bigger, better things
My heart, it longs to sing
Not a dirge, this time
But a merry, flippant rhyme
Every time I smile,
It lasts a longer while
And soon, you wonít recognize me as the man I used to be



Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook".



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