September's Rhapsody
Sunday, April 6, 2008
no bed made of roses,
no cloud with silver lining,
no throne for a chair,
no palace to call home.
this is the life i chose
i'll sleep,
i'll eat,
i'll breathe,
i'll live this life.
i'll journey this path,
the road less troden.
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