The Shadow And Me
Sat in the shadows
Of the old oak tree
I painted my nails
I thought out loud
Smiled a few times
Laughed, cried
Sat in the shadows
Of the old oak tree
Sleeping, breathing,
Takin in life, real nice
I can live here
I thought to myself
Maybe not forever
But it can be arranged
Sat in the shadows
Of the old oak tree
Being me, that's all
Being me!
poem by Brenda Poole
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