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It is dedicated to trauma survivors and their loved ones. We have found that healing is helped by sharing different parts of our selves and even one person can make a difference. It takes courage to display your emotions like the survivors on this page. We hope you enjoy some of the snow/ice and lobsters motifs as GFW's headquarters is in Maine and this is what we are famous for.  We must advise you that what you see may act as a trigger so please be prepared as we can't be held responsible. |
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Poetry Page 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Art Page 1, 2, 3: The Door Music Page 1 Support Pal Inspirational Stories Page 1, 2 Book Review Page 1, 2, 3, 4 |
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| The Bottle Yard The grief isn't a dark hole that threatens to swallow but a raging tide that rises so high I can't see the top, a wave higher than the highest tsunami on record. It captures me and lifts me higher and higher. And then somehow it's no longer on the outside, but on the inside, building and building and sweeping my heart away to somewhere, escaping out my eyes in rivers of water, crashing and roaring out of my mouth with groans and howls that would make someone, if they heard, think I was dying. I am alone and it's good to be alone with this wave, with these howls that no one else can hear. Can God hear? If the tears are really caught in a bottle, how many bottles have I? Are they all the same, or different colors for different things? Are they the same shape, or different shapes, perhaps the shape of a broken heart. These bottles, where are they kept, why do the tears not evaporate? Why does God keep them, for what purpose, when in his silence he lets me grieve, year after year, as if blind to my pain, deaf to my moans. What purpose do they serve, these tears in a bottle? Will he pour them over my grave, to green the grass, to moisten the soil, or will they form the river that takes my soul to somewhere? Where does the soul go that just cannot make it here in this world? Does he really refuse it, deny it to heaven? Rather than save my tears, I wish he would take away some of the pain, some of the grief that threatens to rise and carry me away to somewhere. /pb (05/07/07) |
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| PLEASE REMEMBER -to my friends and the family we've made Our roots are deep and strong as the stalks of corn that rise again after each passing winter that knocks them down Our leaves are withered with age But our fruit within is still as sweet as our first year I remember that one hot summer me and Megan kneeled at the edge of the row by the fields up the road from the old cabin Gathered stick and twine fashioned a make-shift stake to revive the one stalk not left standing that's how they repaired me when my legs were all but broken and my will seemed thin and frail now when darkness leads to blindness and deafness from windless air I remember that no stalk grows alone but in a field. Kara MOTHERS I have been with them the women who make rain music conducting wind to sing sweet melodies when storms crash in on vacant fields Weaving tapestries of memories Sewn with threads of experience With patches of tall tales To cover the anguish when little girls get cold Kara - May 2nd, 2004 SNOW ANGELS -for the best friend i ever had my brother, Tom The older one leads the younger one towards home pausing only to share a secret, their laughter frozen in time by the howling wind that spirals around them the falling snow that's piling almost as tall as their bodies My hair stuck to my neck also, matted down wet and cold, the year i got trapped in my own blizzard and their father guided me through the unexpected winter, leaving behind his footprints for me to follow him home to a place that was warm. Kara - Christmas Eve '05 |
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| " My Journey" The road before me calls my name Inviting me to follow It tells me I won't be the same If I leave behind my sorrow Through the fog I cannot see Yet I continue on I know this road was meant for me And others I come upon I hold my courage in my heart No one can take away The first step is the hardest part But here I cannot stay There is no one to hold my hand Or tell me that I'm strong I know that by myself I stand In faith there is no wrong The fog surrounds me as I walk I feel the misty grey All around me evil mocks Yet I continue on my way And now a voice wispers near It tells me not to look Telling me to have no fear Nor anger I once took A thing called time passes by I wonder if I dare That if I really, truly try My life I can repair I leave behind as I go My troubles and my worry I know that all I need to know I will, and not to hurry And if your road should meet with mine I truly hope that we Can cherish this special gift of time That life can truly be by Barbarea |
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| "Just a Leaf" Please notice me Before I'm gone My brilliant beauty Won't last long My colors are bold Against the sky Quite gorgous I'm told Before I die Tell me not A sad goodbye My fate to rot Don't question why No tears for me Spare me your grief Because you see I'm just a leaf Barbarea |
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| "Believe" Believe in things you cannot see Belive in dreams yet to be So simple yet so close at hand This powerfull truth by which I stand Do not listen to things that are not And spend no time when others ought The courage of a lion grows When he listens and waits when nobody knows Time knows how much time it has No need to hurry, I know this as My life moves on so slowly still To be at peace I know I will Believe that all awaits you yet In dreams and hopes and those we've met That faith and will win in the end My belief in this will never bend by Barbarea |
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I dreamed I was flying And when I woke There were feathers On my bed **************** Forever I'll hold you in my heart And when fear grips you I'll hold you even closer I'll stand by your side And when your mind goes blank I'll speak on your behalf I'll listen to you And when words fail you I'll listen with my eyes I'll protect you And when memories surface I'll wipe them away as I caress your brow I'll see you And when you feel lost in the night I'll look for you I'll honor you And when your head hangs low I'll gently lift it with my fingertips I'll love you And when you whisper your thoughts I'll love you even more ************** Hop off Roll to the ground It's okay Grass stains come out Breathe Let your shoulders drop It's okay Eagle's wings block the pain Slow the pace Rest your weary mind It's okay Stopping is not the same As giving up Hold hope In your aching heart It's okay The pain will ease In time **************** Toes in the grass Head in the stars Heart full of love For the child Hands on my hips Feet firmly planted I stand my ground For the child Eyes that are lit By the fire in my soul Fill with compassion For the child Silenced no more By my brother's shame I speak the truth For the child Run with the dogs Dance in the sun Carry the hope For the child Climb on the rocks Play in the mud Sing a nice song For the child Sleep in my bed Dream of the Heron Heart full of thanks For the child ******************** there there sweet girl know that I'm here rest your head on my heart as i hold you in my arms forever cry cry sweet girl know that i'm here let the tears wash away his filthy touch there there sweet girl unclench your fists let me hold your hand forever cry cry sweet girl unclench your teeth let the whole world hear your screams |
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| HURRICANE My demons, like sand in Mandala design, Left without the sweep of daily reflection Hurl themselves with hurricane forces At controlling structures of image and ego To release the chaos of emotional floods That trap debris from unknown sources. Recovery asks not why but how To assess the reality of damaging change Feel the grief of resulting loss Surrender to the support of Grace Nurture anew the Inner Child As playful, lovable, trusting boss. C Masters |
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By LaVerne Byrd A short poem about the loss of a son Dear God I praise Your Holy Name I come to You today in excruciating pain Something has happened and I'll never be the same I have lost my son, oh how I wish it weren't true I have lost my son I don't know what to do I have lost my son I need some help from You I have lost my son He is not here anymore I have lost my son He won't be coming thru the door I have lost a son that I can no longer see smile I have lost a son whose phone number I can no longer dial I have lost a son whose voice, I can no longer hear say "Mom don't you know I love you" in a very special way I have lost my son and the joy of hearing his laughter is now gone It's hard for me to hear his favorite song I have lost my son, no more hugging, no more kissing I have lost my son and now a part of me is missing I have lost my son that I love so much Oh what I would give to once again touch My son, my son his pictures I now clutch I didn't get a chance to say goodbye I didn't get a chance to wipe a tear from his eyes It doesn't seem fair It doesn't seem right For pain to grip you and hold you so tight Heal my pain Dear Father I pray Heal my pain Please make it go away Heal my pain I don't want it to stay Heal my pain Dear God would You do that For me today Email: Lbyrd127@aol.com for more information on the CD and journaling book |
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| Lost in a world full of fear and deceit As a child, I was all Alone. Destined to live my life of Horror and Pain In a Prison of Shame and Despair. In this world that Allowed Happiness and Joy, I was held prisoner in a cage of fear. As I looked through the bars of my Inner Prison I watched in Confusion as others embraced their Freedom. I wondered in awe at their Boldness with Life: I wanted so badly to Earn the Right to live. The more I saw how real people Blossomed The more I felt Unreal and very Alone. Only I could be so Evil to deserve this Hell. I feared myself: I hid behind a mask of Virtue? The more I tried to be "good" - to please others, The more Damage I did - the Dungeon got Darker. I started digging as hard as I could (to Escape my Pain). I delved into Forgetfulness and stayed for awhile. Then I grew up - still digging for my rights. I uncovered the Forgotten Past with all of its Pain. But, now I know these were Not My Sins. I was taught self-loathing to Hide cover Their Crimes. To Heal from the Wounds, Iâ??ll have to share my memories Of a life full of pain, self-hatred and shame. I've had to tell others of my time in Hell. I've Needed to tell - to Break the Chains. What I've found is a world full of Compassion and Love - Where there are others who've lived the same sentence as me. We've all been Alone in our Prisons of Tears - Unaware of each other; blinded by Fear. But, now we can See our Common Ground - We are Not Alone - We are Many. As we walk our own Paths to Freedom, We meet more Survivors along the way. Together, there is no way to fail; With Voices, We are Not Alone. Namaste, Kati 7/2/93 |
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| Life's Playground Little Boys and little girls all around the town - Run and play on swings and slides; climb up & then slide down. Step by step, they climb to the top; Slide down smiling and land with a plop. Merry-go-Rounds with their dizzying spin -- So much fun to run and jump in. Around and around and around they'll go -- Who Raped them first? Nobody knows. Grown men and women all around town - On Life's Playground they climb up and Fall Down. Step by Step they climb to the top; The slide is now gone -- they fall with a flop. The process of trying to Heal has begun. The playground of life is No Longer Fun. Stuck on the swing, back and forward they fly; Sometimes the Pain makes them wish they could Die. In their world full of Sadness they teeter and totter - While the Flames of the Memories burn hotter and hotter. Around and around; now the ride's not so merry -- A torturous past is a hard load to carry. Determined to change their direction in Life, They Fight with an Infinite Will to Survive. Like the swings on the playground, they swing and they sway Between memories and tears, the Re-Learn how to Play. Together, Alone; Each path is so long. They each take their turn; They have Always been Strong. Once again they climb up to the top of the slide; They now have a chance to Enjoy their ride. While Searching for Truth they continue the climb To the monkey-bar's crest? they're repeating this rhyme: "Twinkle, twinkle, Little Star, How I wonder Who you Are." They search for that Child who was never afraid? Who completely, wholeheartedly Trusted and Played. They need to Embrace their small "Child Within" To ensure that their Healing will Truly begin. When grown-up and child find they are One and the same, There's a Magical Joy in Releasing the Blame. The Innocent Child, so eager to please -- Was the Victim of Others, so Sick with Dis-Ease. The pathway to Wholeness is scary and long. But the Entire Spirit now knows it Belongs -- To a world that has playgrounds with Safety and Fun. Here, they Celebrate Victory, for they Know they have Won! Namaste, Kati |
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| Now, What? He touches me and says, "It never happened." So, I "forget" it. I remember, and She says, "I believe you." I feel Scared, but Accepted. I go to another for help; He says, "I don't believe you remember that." I "hear," - "I don't believe you" ? I feel angered. My Inner Child says, "It happened; I was there; I believe?" That is what is important. Now, What do I Do with It? Namaste, Kati 11/21/1993 |
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| My Secret Keeper For many years I carried a burden Never would let anyone know The pain I felt, the shame that was dealt And the ache that continued daily to grow With fear of losing control I stuffed everything deep down inside Wouldn't show emotions to others Had a pretend turtle shell within which to hide I hated the memories and then hated myself Until I could care less about my reflection After all, looking in the mirror was painful But so what, I knew I would never have perfection I knew I didn't want to look good Because my worth was already given to immorality My childhood, my youthful innocence Were ripped, torn and stolen away from me I never knew there was a hope Of ever trusting anyone with this weight So I carried it alone, buried it low So long that it nearly was too late Then I met a Secret Keeper Someone with whom I could share She would listen, hear it all Even the parts too hard to bare It isn't an easy journey Telling her things I don't want to say Secret parts of my secret heart Aren't so easy to give away There are many more things I have yet to reveal Perhaps those are the things That in time will help me to heal I now know that healing is possible My Secret Keeper says it's true "Healing doesn't mean perfect... Healing means finding a better you." CLR 07/08/05 |
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| RECOVERY STOPPING THE CYCLE OF TORTURED THOUGHTS AND UNEXPLAINED FEAR THAT SET ME BACK EACH TIME THEY APPEAR TO OPEN MY EYES EACH DAY WITH WONDER AND DELIGHT TO STOP LIVING IN FEAR OF A LONG AGO PAST WITH MEMORIES STILL FAR TO BRIGHT I WANT TO CLOSE MY EYES TONIGHT AND LOOK FORWARD TO TOMORROW TO DREAM SWEET DREAMS ONCE AGAIN INSTEAD OF NIGHTMARES AND SORROW I FEAR MYSELF NOW MORE THAN MY PAST FOR WHAT IT TOOK FROM ME MY ABILITY TO TRUST THE FUTURE MY ABILITY TO SEE I HAD A BRIGHT LIGHT DEEP IN MY SOUL THAT ONCE BURNED BRIGHT IN ME I DESIRED TO LIVE, DESIRED TO LAUGH DESIRED TO EXIST AND BE I GET A GLIMPSE OF IT NOW AND THEN OF HOW I USED TO BE HAPPY AND CURIOUS OF WHAT MY FUTURE HAS IN STORE FOR ME I WANT TO BE THAT WAY AGAIN FILLED WITH CURIOSITY TO WANT TO WANT THE FUTURE AND THE WAY I USED TO BE LISA - 2005 |
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| TODAY I AM BEIGE NOT BLUE RED OR GREEN I'M BEIGE THE COLOR OF BACKGROUND THE COLOR OF NOTHING BLANK SOLID BEIGE STRIPPED OF COLOR AT ALL BETTER THAN BLACK, NON COLOR BEIGE BLACK IS MUCH WORSE NOT BACKGROUND BUT CENTER IN UNTHINKABLE WAYS BLACK IS A HOLE MY LEAST FAVORITE PLACE ITS WHERE I PUT RED (ANGER AND RAGE) SEARCHING FOR YELLOW SETTLING ON BEIGE I HOPE TOMORROW I'LL BE YELLOW OR GREEN THE COLORS OF SUNSHINE AND LIFE BEIGE IS NOT BAD IF YESTERDAY WAS BLACK BUT PALES IN COMPARISON TO GREEN LISA - 2005 |
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| PAIN DIVERSION THE WELL INSIDE STARTS TO BOIL YOU FEEL IT YOU KNOW IT'S COMING WHEN, WHY, EMOTIONS TAKE OVER NOTHING EXISTS EXCEPT THE PAIN LIFE CEASES TO MATTER FILLING YOUR SOUL WITH FAMILIAR DREAD YOUR MIND WITH UNEXPLAINED FEAR HIDDEN RAGE AGAIN IT MUST COME OUT I WILL EXPLODE A RELEASE, FIND A RELEASE REELING FROM EMOTIONAL PAIN I FIND A DIVERSION BEYOND FEELING A WELCOME NUMBNESS TAKES OVER ITS THERE, A PLACE IN YOUR MIND WHERE PHYSICAL PAIN HAS A VIRTUE WELCOMED, CRAVED, NEEDED SOMETIMES SELF-INFLICTED SOME TIMES SOUGHT OUT ALLOWING CONTROL OF THE WELL OF EMOTIONAL PAIN INSIDE BRINGING WITH IT AN INNER SUBCONSCIOUS LEVEL OF PEACE TORTURED MINDS FIND SOLACE IN BY LACROSS |
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you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I've learned - it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned - you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I've learned - you can keep going long after you think you can't. I've learned - we are responsible for what we do, regardless of how we feel. I've learned - either you control your attitude or it controls you. I've learned - regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. I've learned - heroes are the people who do what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I've learned - money is a lousy way of keeping score. I've learned - my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I've learned - sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up. I've learned - sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. I've learned - true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. I've learned - just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. I've learned - maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. I've learned - no matter how good a friend is, he/she is going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. I've learned - it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I've learned - no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. I've learned - our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. I've learned - just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. I've learned - we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. I've learned - you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. I've learned - two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I've learned - your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I've learned - even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. I've learned - credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I've learned - the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. D.R.2003 |
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Night, an unskilled mother, cajoled Crass pummeling of trauma's demons Or veiled their true identity With indulgent, spiritless sleep. Healing calls forth the demons In the presence of wise mirroring That engages their hot, numinous energies For the journey to wholeness. C. Masters |
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by Yankee You were blowing bubbles I watched as you set them down and marched sturdy three-year-old legs across the lawn to where I was sitting on the step. Scrunching your forehead and raising one blonde eyebrow, you wanted to know why the man next door was pulling and digging out his flowers. I explained that this man thought dandelions were weeds and that only green grass should grow in his lawn. Shaking your head you said well someone better tell him those aren't weeds, you always smile big when I give them to you for the vase on the kitchen windowsill. Running back to your bubbles, you yelled that the man should think about how lucky he was to have golden sunshines growing all over his yard. I thought about how lucky I was for the golden sunshine you shine all over my heart. |
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| Black Night It came upon a night of dark black-cold, robbing your innocence without reason; Causing the heart of a young woman to suddenly grow old. In they crept to seize your soul, leaving only darkness after their deed of treason; Causing tears to flow to a beautiful lady; shattering your world with its cold. It cloaked you in guilt without justification, and drenched you in a pain With which you felt unable to cope; yet, you must forever endure Without understanding you battle, an ounce of self-esteem to retain And the strength to hold on until your pain, someday, is cured. Don' take your life; you are above them all They stole from you, and left you to breathe in fear. The strength is within you to leave them in awe For if you will hold on, a better time is near. For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight Within me, a battle rages as your tears unhappily fall To lash out and seek revenge, to make this wrong a right. I ask why and find no cause - Humanity no longer stands tall Comfort I must, understand and support-give you with all my might In you I live and without you I die-in you is heavenly beauty. You soar among those of greater and precious hearts Giving of yourself to others, forever, has been your duty So take ease in knowing you are better and have been from the start Your tears that fall meet those of mine, forming ribbons of a strength For you are not alone, I am here to hold your hand and tread this troublesome path We shall face the pain, to hold it far and keep it forever at length To step from the edge and believe that God will someday with reverence have His wrath. For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight For S.H. by W.H. April 2004 |
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"LIFE IS A RACE IN A PINK CADILLAC" keep your eyes on the prize after you realize: Hey! I have been victimized! Still, your heart cares yes, it knows the past breaks with painfull memories yet, it won't last keep your eyes on the prize when you do, you'll realize: your gift from within from bended knees you'll rise soon will be gone painful memories that terrorize Here we'll share our gift from within each one as we keep our eyes on the prize anonymous |
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It came upon a night of dark black-cold, robbing your innocence without reason; Causing the heart of a young woman to suddenly grow old. In they crept to seize your soul, leaving only darkness after their deed of treason; Causing tears to flow to a beautiful lady; shattering your world with its cold. It cloaked you in guilt without justification, and drenched you in a pain With which you felt unable to cope; yet, you must endure Without understanding you battle, an ounce of self-esteem to retain And the strength to hold on until your pain, someday, is cured. Don't take your life; you are above them all They stole from you, and left you to breathe in fear. The strength is within you to leave them in awe For if you will hold on, a better time is near. For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight Within me, a battle rages as your tears unhappily fall To lash out and seek revenge, to make this wrong become right. I ask why and find no cause - Humanity no longer stands tall Comfort I must, understand and support-give you with all my might In you I live and without you I die-in you is heavenly beauty. You soar among those of greater and precious hearts Giving of yourself to others, forever, has been your duty So take cease in knowing you are better and have been from the start Your tears that fall meet those of mine, forming ribbons of a strength For you are not alone, I am here to hold your hand and tread this troublesome path We shall face the pain, to hold it far and keep it forever at length To step from the edge and believe that God will someday with reverence have His wrath. For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight Written for Shellie by WH April 2004 |
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| Recalling the Past Recalling the past Digging up a tomb of the undead A past that has died, yet lives Lives like a king A king mummified in a house of stones A house that may never be destroyed A house, that if destroyed, rebuilds upon itself, A haven, stronger yet, never to be penetrated. For if penetrated, pain befalls those who enter. A pain that grows stronger on days of weakness A pain that grows weaker on days of strength A pain that is there all days, all nights A pain that lingers in joy and rejoices in sorrow. A pain that at times may not be seen A pain that appears as though one has been consumed. A pain that neither lives nor dies A pain only felt by those left behind Left behind to find pebbles Pebbles from the stones used to house the king Pebbles that will be used to build a house A house that will stand. Stand long after the king's home has been destroyed. Rose |
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| Weathering the Storm It called for a nice sunny day. To the park I was on my way. Dark clouds roll in, turning day to night. The fierce wind blows, With force and might. Rain, like pebbles fall from the sky. On the weatherman I cannot rely. The storm continues, In what direction I do not know. The wind blows objects to and fro. The rain continues to pelt the ground. I take a look, there is no one around. Hours pass, the storm goes away. It's time to assess the damage done today. Everything is as it should be, The ground is covered with debris. Wet and cold from the storm, I remain I walk home with few aches and pains. Now the day has come to an end, Listen as I tell you friend Whenever a storm with me you're in, weathering the storm, we will win. Rose C 10/14/04 |
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