"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures."
Henry Ward Beecher

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Good-Bye By Tyrone Woodward

I was sitting in my room
When the thought walked through
The door
It sat down next to me and introduced
Itself as the answer to all my problems
After we had finished talking it handed
Me a package saying that inside it I would
Find the peace and serenity I had for so long been searching for
At first I was afraid but then the thought
Became so persistent I could nolonger refuse
Good-Bye

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