Me.
Fulfilled Dreams
Sunday, June 1, 2008
I could publish a book, but it would have too few pages
I could write a poem, but it would say nothing
I could act a play, but I would convey little
I could sit quietly, under the pale moon light
But it wouldn't be fair, not for what I felt last night
Sometimes, "Thank you" just isn't enough.
The Stars could give me any wish in the world, and I would turn them all down
For I am content; My face is without a frown.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 3:08 PM
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