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A carousel's ride.
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For all who need an ear, a shoulder and comfort.
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Hosspitalization makes one see life differently sometimes.
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When night comes crashing in, then my Muse does gently fan those embers that others have lit.
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Brevity bereft of beginning
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How deeply does it sleep?16 lines, 12 comments, on Mar 18 10:05 AM 2007. In Philosophical, Thoughts
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Not for the faint of heart
