Found Poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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Angel of Death can not give me you,
Angel of Joy can't take my blue.
My heart beats fast at you name,
So I'm in this thing called a game.
If I can not get whats own,
Then I will take it on, alone.
My words given by a pen,
My words shall not have been.
I have healed to the full,
And NO this is not bull.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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