The thruth is white
Like the fresh snow
That comes down from heaven
And as the liar manipulates it
It becomes brownish and dirty
Like the snow
After it mixes with the salt and the mud and the steps of people and animal's excrement...
And neither can go back to be the way they were...
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Life in the backyard -the Mama's nest
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...
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One day God created Adam And from his rib he molded Eve He gave His new children A place call Eden… Then He went to rest... Mean time, Satan...
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky... -
Yo complain so much But you have your hands. With them you can work And make a living. You can plant roses Or fix a car... Or build a ...
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