BillieAnne McCarthy

The warm breez brushies my face, the cool waves lapp against my legs as the sand greedely consumes my toes, my feet then ankles.

I hear a bird sing its soft melody of love and joy at being free as I watch the fish shole with amazing blinding colours, swaying one way then another with the grace of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,
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I watch them go past, the hustle and bustle of the working day. They push, they pull, rush and spin.

They dont have time look at the wonders around them, or listen to the song of the sparrow that he sings.
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You take, I give

You ask, I awnser
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You creep in to me and take me over. Crawling through my vains and brain, corupting my thoughts and emotions.

I get off you but then you reoccure when unexpected and drag me back in to your Alcatraz of a world.
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I gave you my heart......What else did you want?

I gave you my all.....What else did you want?
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