SunshineA Poem by H. A. M.
Sunshine
I stayed in hell thinking I could wait it out. Stay busy til it played itself out. Then the spasm next the seizure and the lights go out. Still nothing to write about. Until I think about my good times on the surface in the sun. How I miss my sunshine. © 2008 H. A. M.Featured Review
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44 Reviews Added on March 4, 2008 AuthorH. A. M.St.Louis, MOAbout"I hope you live to be one hundred years old and me a hundred minus a day so I won't know good people like you passed away." DJ Phylosophy. Hey YOU! Sorry for the absence. I'm having conection pro.. more..Writing
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