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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