sundance apon me face,,
misty morning dew apon my feet,,
sweet dreams everywhere,,
as the misty of sweet flowers,,
flow through the air,,
everything is precious to us,,
as dreams are forever,,
but sometimes we forget,,
where we are from,,
them we realize where,,
Adam and eve,,
where were they from??
we are the survivors from them,,
what are we them,,
I'm german, Irish, and lithuianian,,
( something like that,)
but sometimes we forget,,
the things that makes us happy,,
not race,,color or creed,,
but who we are,,
at least thats me,,
I enjoy the simple things in life,,
nothing more,,nothing less,,
than life it self,,
to wake up with your mate,,
holding on knowing that he or she LOVES you,,
or haveing a truck driver as a husband,,
who's on the road all the time,,
but you know that he or she LOVES you,,
simple things like sundances apon your face,,
and misty morningf dew apon your feet,,
they will be the wind that caress your hair,,
and the sun that dances apon your face ,,
they will be there,,
craig s. meeks
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2003-05-08 12:05:00]
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