Wednesday, July 18, 2012

native american indian dream catcher

A dream catcher, thing we discussed and I hang it at the office's door;
Even Irvin passed away, we did feel no bore.
Time, distance and the ways of our lives are not the same,
Still you support me though I have no friend.
I closed my eyes but they're opened wide,
Don't you know how hard I try.
Keeping busy with works, that's my life,
It's not the end of the world, it's my type.

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