rustyA Poem by I'owanea lost boy, no, a lost man finds life from his keiki..Its hard to say what is clear. In my heart is a ball of fear. Like a frosted night after a scorching day, the trouble appears at bay.
But can you imagine what i have seen? Can you imagine the places and things that i am guided like a rocket to? The people are nuts, my addiction isnt drugs, its the danger that comes with being poor. Poor people still do what they will. Richness is in the mind. Some people are so rich they never know it. But the actions tell about it.
A missing boy, not really- has a web page, oh really, and what does it say? It says that he wont have it, no way. Our children must be looked after, if they mature slower or faster than others, then recognize it. Patterns in behavior can be identified. Genetics, upbringing...bla bla, you all know this.
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Added on November 18, 2011 Last Updated on November 18, 2011 AuthorI'owaneovcas, HIAboutA sheltered life, mostly, but i see myself as wise, and dumb....but so in love....with life. and chrissy more..Writing
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