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| Only if we were born to the earth with a window to view our sole. Then the ups and downs of life would be so much easier to understand. I would stand at the window looking for the peace often needed. When the times got to ruff to endure close the window til it passed by. Reality is the latch to the window of our sole that can unlocked. Does not always make it easier to open the latch as life goes by. Fate has a way of taking care of what can be viewed from the window. Saying a prayer to rescue me from all my sarrows is of some comfort. I have learned how to open that window to my sole with a view. Looked as far as I can see letting the beauty of life take it's course. Now I need the hand waiting for me as I take a stroll to help comfort me. ~Are You There To Take My Hand~ |
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| Window (c) Brenda~Apr,2004 |
| Mend (c) B.Gees~ MY CD |
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| *Dedicated To My Sis~Joy* |