Thursday, March 8, 2007

Crystal Ball

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If we could see the future, would we change our ways?

A crystal ball within my hands, no future does it tell,
the stories of yesterday, were hidden behind a hardened shell.
Blowing in the wind of a unpredictable March day,
the rains have washed away the hell and a
new seed in growth remained.







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