Early Rain, by . QUEENIE .
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as cars pass
and i walk home
a night forgotten
all my own
in the rain
and grey blessing mist
they are off to church
a concept i missed
i stand tall
and smirk when they
glance
the looks upon
their faces
today
it makes me never
ever want to change
no hows, no way.
and who knows
i could be following you
i could be off to
see God too
the black sheep
that the flock grew
but you doubt that
highly
don't you?
xoxo
Ellie J
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Posted: 2005-09-29 00:09:49 UTC |
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