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I thought this was a beautiful poem. |
| Our lives became shattered by Those who mattered. They were left Behind when our thoughts became Scattered. Soon, the destiny of adventure Will be coming to us. From the Mouth of the spoon, our travels will be Guided; we may be settling down With the man on the moon. I knew in a moment what I had to do; The experience of our dreams were Coming true. We'd hoped to have Friends beside us coping with positive Directions to guide us. They will know How much we cared. We would be on Our way with God's glory to share. Written by Anna Marie Carlson Friday, February 21, 2014 |