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A rock in coldness.
Butter that melts with the sun.

Leaves blown in the wind.
Brady Smith 11/21/96

Our Children
The forgotten child.
Filled with so much light.
Cries , gives up the fight.
Brady Smith 11/21/96

Spin
The world is spinning.
Life clings on, to escape death.
Time never slows down.
Brady Smith 9/10/97


Morning eyes open
Feet carry us through the day
Night comes and we sleep.
Brady Smith 11/14/97