Untitled, 6-13-01 She owns a freshly dunged garden and knows what to bury there She keeps a secret in her heart and waits to lay it bear Time has laid its mark on her and guards her soul no more The anguish of the years gone by will exit through the door Carrying her hopes and dreams and youthful life as well To her freshly dunged garden buried till time can tell |
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