A nature lover, can look at a tree,
A home for birds, and beauty he sees,
A logger can see, a pile of wood,
and when he's done, a profit that's good.
Everyone's mind thinks different,
in so many ways,
we are programed by experiences,
we learn each day.
The memories we collect,
are the words we say,
our thoughts will change, everyday.
Tom Maxwell copyright01/16/2003 A.D.
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