Wednesday, February 18, 2009

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As the sun rises, the crispy smell of winter fills my nostrils
Wet and foggy, the sunlight remains in a distant
Canvassed by the Samaritan, fearful my life is beyond the hills
The fruit of life, the devious ways of the serpent
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