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Standing in the middle of a grassy knoll
My greens sways softly as the breeze blows I stand still through the heat and the cold I stand still though no one knows Creatures come, creatures go Comfort I offer them, comfort I give them so Though sometimes I scream and cry in pain His still soft voice tells me, be their friend A word or two A sorry or a thank you A warm smile or a loving touch A dire need that is as much I'm in a garden but then alone I'm in silence but peace not shown He says love still though it is pain Till only love that you gain So I stand in the middle of a grassy knoll My greens sways softly as the breeze blows I stand still through the heat and the cold I stand still though no one knows -christinedy ____________________ - Being grateful of the little things in life He has given me Edited on Saturday, March 7, 2009 @ 4:07 pm
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| Posted on Saturday, March 7, 2009 @ 4:06 pm by gazer in Personal | Comments (206) | |
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