Took time out of my day to think of you
What our future holds, I have not a clue
Our destinys are foretold, but we still search for the truth
Our hopes & dreams come together
and form pages in the book called "new"
This chapter starts where the last one ends
if nothing else I'll call you my friend..
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*snap, snap, snap* Bravo Pat!! I really like that. :-)
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I love it!
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