I am like the tree.
Swaying in the wind but never moving from where I stand.
You can push or pull, or push and pull, I will not move.
I am set in my foundation.
I will not move.
Move.
3.28.2006
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
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