Where You Left Them
I believe,
we are made of keys;
for locks that interlock.
The more I can open,
the closer we will get.
Arggggh! I’m always losing them.
August 17, 2004 - Poem about Belief
I believe,
we are made of keys;
for locks that interlock.
The more I can open,
the closer we will get.
Arggggh! I’m always losing them.
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