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| As I write from my heart these words as a start. With pen in hand, I make my stand, my dreams and my hopes in theory, can cope. This dream of mine can only refine my thoughts into words, my fantasy to unwind. I can only write what my thoughts for the day, as journalling for tomorrow, I never know what to say. Come take my hand and show me the way through thoughts and deeds and our futures today. Copyright.2004 J. Mallinson |
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