**Just for you Matt:P*
When i look up into the sky...
Riddle
By Mark Spencer...
You cow! he yells
Just to hurt her...
My mind is playing,
Thoughts are running...
Lovely dough.......
Your value unknown...
--personified poem of my heart. --Another free...
Always shielded behind...
The old pack house still stands,
Where us kids use to play...
A meek and humble fisherman,
Silently he lay...
Staring down at this empty page
Frustration turns into silent rage...
Time again to hear the tale,
the tale which i know so well...
Upon numerous souls
lies the passion in heart...
If only my pillow could talk, It would tell you so...