Dec 31, 2008 12:41
Alone in thy fortunes
Why hath thy wails unheard
Treasures of thine heart
Go fallow without plow
Beckon me with dishonest stare
Row of row of tilth still barren
With loving hands doeth sow
Your Aprils touch shall thy covet
Rest your figure upon thy soil
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Sorry to hear about the rough times you've been having. Hope you can find peace in your life this coming year. 2008 sucked big time for me and a lot of other people (although it did have some good memories also).
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