The TopA Poem by AngieWe were as the trees the branches the trunk every part that stretched and moved painstakingly toward a rising sun so slowly we climbed hundreds of thousands of years until the very thing that had driven us burned... the top was never the top. © 2010 AngieAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 12, 2010 Last Updated on January 12, 2010 AuthorAngieStephens City, VAAboutSome of you may remember me...it's been a while!! Lost the old password so I set up a new account. I was named after the Rolling Stones song (Angie). I am a "free spirit" at least that is what my fr.. more..Writing
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