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By Jonathan Wikkins

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To my muse… Thank you for the words, I am about to receive… For I am only the messenger, YOU are the true writer… Please pour the words, into my heart, where each one shall pick up a piece, as they flow through my fingertips onto the media where they are read… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To myself… Dig deep within your heart, find the words, the muse has given… Allow them to flow forth, so that others may feel, and some may heal, through the words, you were GIVEN… © Jonathan Wikkins December 3, 2001 Revised February 5, 2008 All Rights Reserved this one blindsided me a couple of minutes ago! Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 05:42 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   life • hope • spiritual

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