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When I steal a few minutes from my busy day To put my thoughts in black and white, I pen the expressions that I cannot say. That's when I write . . .
When the things I go through cause me great joy and pain, And my feelings have played their part, When the words that I speak seem so hollow and plain, That's when I write my heart . . .
When my innermost thoughts start to flow like a stream, I can't keep my heart in a cage. When I start to jot down all my hopes and my dreams, That's when I write my heart on a page.
Feb 1999 |
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