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October 27th, 2005, 02:40 AM
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Occasionaly I've been know to stop and look around,
Trying to see the forest for the trees.
Sometimes I notice the juniper bush among the pines,
Or the bumble bee floating amongst the bluebells.
I think about how it was then,
about how you were, and what I could say.
The things I would do just
to catch your eye.
Silly times in what seems to be another world,
One with which I've grown unfamiliar.
And it's always just before I let go,
and the rains come,
That I lift my head and let the speed of the world blur my vision.
But on occasion,
I stop to think about you.
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