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SUN THROUGH LEAVESIt seems a million miles away It seems that I am crazy It seems the poetry of this day Clears up what has been hazy To write away what comes to mind To verbalize the thoughts To search your soul until you find The way to connect the dots That are scattered That are black That are shattered That are lacked When life is questioned When love is all When the soul questions When the leaves fall. 11/5/2008 1950 cj Vote for this poem
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