DJamesBreaux
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Firewood And Straw ~ D. James Breaux
The grass grows green
in
fields of secrets.
Secrets of dreams where the
wind don't change....it
just stays the same.
Constant and
caring. Never
early or late.
And the secrets become keys, keys to life. They unlock the door....so they can see.
Prove to me
now can be better,
for
more than just one day;
resist nothing.
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