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Written by:
musicara49
Category:
Poetry
Created: May 29, 2011, 9:45 am
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While I wait on this broken road with no lines
for my father and their fathers to decide
I wonder why we are still digging in the sand
when we already know the wise man built his house upon a rock.
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