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Noogle
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I have grown in more ways then one into a man
As I walk miles and miles upon Iraq's sand I have seen what most would say is death The last moment of peace before the last breathe They say it is what you see that molds you And as I get older I know more and more what to do Time slips ever so faster and the years come and go As what I have seen I must share I must show I will take what experience I have gained and use it in life As a guideline to show me the way through the pain and strife The ways of the world still so unknown and hard to read As I try to make my mark or atleast plant my seed I have grown in more ways then one into a man But yet I feel I will not be able to escape the sand in Iran You can find more of my work at PoeticPost - Home Last edited by daniel18tn; 04-18-2009 at 08:14 AM. Reason: Change a couple words |
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