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by aloner Jul 11, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
As I lay me down to sleep All I can do is think and weap Of all those nasty thing you use to do to me. Of all those beutiful things I wish I could be. After it is all said and done Thank you for the night that trusted you to me... Thank you for the day that proclaimed itself the guide of my destiny.