wordless conversion.

they who say it the most, show it the least.
Charity from all around, but out of a jar.
given back in the hands of the poor.
there's a man in the dark.
playing the tones of fear.
though his harm are the birds whispering dawn near.
the rebirth as given in light.
glooms well in the banes of others.
rainy days, the kindness others hold dear.
as seasons change, so does weather.
mainly like you and me.
and in the end the ones who show it the most.
as earth shall proceed.
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Posted: Jun 2010

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agoodguy2have
and it keeps on rolling mystic Loke.
Redex
We all read things different and I took this as a fair warning,
But also enjoyed the madnesshandshake
jazzy75
love your wordless conversion...it speaks volumes :)thumbs up
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