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Sat 20 Nov, 2010 08:16 pm
hung
Like a charm
Holding out his golden arms.
and as I sat and watched him rise
I realized he had no eyes.
The candles that I lit outshone
his sparkling in a monotone.
At that moment in my eyes
I found that Nature tells us lies
We still have power to
love, create, and win
Against the power of fate.