Pot Of Gold - Poem by Terry halvorson
people can exspress what they feel
this is easy for most
but to be able to have some-one
cry or laugh or just rather not read
what you have writen is a key
into a world where you can run
free simple, short or sweet in
that place I try to write where you stand I'll look back a wave to you
throw the glass. scared as you hold youself back
I want to sit on the rainbow
or laugh if I where ever to lets say shit my paints...
ummm I don't know where I am going with that..
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