And that's how it happened...

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...that this cranky writter found freedom...







Sweet Freedom



My boat.


It is lovely.


It's a beautiful thing.


My boat she is happy.


Sings freedom to me.


When the world it is dark.

When people they lie.

When it seems like the end.

I hear her cry,

"There are wings on your feet.

There is hope in your eyes.

There is wind off your bow.

On the water you fly.

Take heart in the freedom.

This gift from the sky.

Take the helm.

Take heart --"

Then the wind picks up

And we're off.


10/19/10

Ann



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