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Days and nights are gathered together as if they are witting poems Or fixing fonts or  templates. * They appear line a nice shaped antics having soft touch looking like a printed plate Or circles made by pencil they're shaped like the hole of the sowing needle makes the pity penetrate some way impossible they're so clear with what ever They take I would say they're oldie legends they were not little carrels but they're built accurately they turn around around with no boring they pass by me and people look a sleep woos me once I recall they saw me saying don't leave a candle lights felled the sides of my earth at dark nights I Clapped with one hand and a hip squeezed my sides my eyes cry my tears get colored red and worm I kicked my leg after it was my faithful wheel and my arch arrow hit my dreams I did not cry when I was like a handy cap tightened my hands swinging legs I was not even good for doing a little task I started witting my poems to see my sweet memories on boards documented and readable this is my life always aeady and In a Revision Statues -----------------------------------------------------} -----------------------------} --------------} Sun of Sa Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 10:15 PM PST, ِِAli M.AlSaihati   0 • 13