As a feather
Of Troubled times I've known too well I dream of a brighter day.
Of sweet mild sunsets Bold and Red I'm told there is a way.
Of days with no worry and children in laughter when cleansing rain leave our trials after.
Where things not needed are seen as possesion yet truly soft is the greatest obsession.
BH '98
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Health 'n Laughter,
Brendan
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