Shoestring Poetry
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Starstruck
The stars are out above my head
But I can't see them from my bed
I know they're out there, shining bright
Raining down a distant light
I'd like to catch and keep the hue
to light a night somewhere with you.
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