Sunday, October 18, 2009
My Formative Years Comments
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When were they my Formative Years;
Blown away I clung, I chaffed before strong winds.
Each germ each bit of grit as dusk inside remained to form.
The bread you eat today within I hide, of he whom is I am,
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12/21/2025 6:49:00 AM # 1.0.0
Wow, this poem does something to you. (maybe was that apple hitting me on the head, too) 'Blown away I clung, I chaffed before strong winds. Each germ each bit of grit as dusk inside remained to form.' and it just gets better and better..Remarkable, which is never something unexpected from that most capable brand, iip (smile)