The Music, by Linda
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I hear the music
I hear the music
I watch the moon
I feel the sun
I love the rain
I believe in love
I worry about many things
I think about life, love and hate
I miss my grandchildren
I talk to my daughter
I listen to the birds chirp
I hug my cats
I clean my house
I wash the clothes
I cook sometimes
I know I am alive
I wonder though,
Where am I headed
What is my future
Do I want to know?
Maybe not
I hope it's good.
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Posted: 2011-09-28 02:21:45 UTC |
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