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March 30, 2012
Posted On 03/30/12 @ 09:23 PM by Brett041783
My spirit is like a butterfly.
When the wind roars,
my spirit
soars
high, very high
in the sky.

My human form
will soon be
gone,
gone.  Not for long.
Till death do me apart
forever away
from the dark
of this sinful place.

I bow not often.
When i am at the dinner table,
every meal needs a prayer
from the holy man up
there.


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