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The Thorn
2002-03-15

Sometimes all I see are black and red,
the colors of death and anger,
but every now and then, a bit of,
happiness does shine through.

Perhaps one day,
it will all be gone,
and I can see all,
with-out the pain I once had,
and have right now.

Perhaps now that the thorn is gone,
I shall be able to live again,
Peace shall descend upon me one day,
this feeling I have is strong.

I will work hard,
stretching, training,
growing in the mind.

James O. Stewart

james@kc8onw.net
james-stewart.org
Last Edited June 22, 2009
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