cryA Poem by william andrewsWhen I look though these bars of your design when I feel the sun though the window blinds when I smell fresh air when you open the door I bow my head and cry a little more © 2011 william andrewsAuthor's Note
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Added on November 23, 2011Last Updated on November 23, 2011 Authorwilliam andrewssami, GreeceAboutim just a sad old english man looking for another home for the words that i love They are words of sayings They are words of thoughts that i sometimes wish had never been born feedarea.. more..Writing
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