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|  |  | 2002-06-27 12:20:56 ET 
 Heres a poem thingy I wrote, its kinda strange, but here it is :
 
 
 The crow
 It sits outside my window
 The crow
 It waits for me
 Its watchin me
 Watching every move
 It talks to me in my sleep
 It protects me from harm
 It makes all the wrong right
 It tells me who I am
 It tells me who it is
 Its a lost soul
 Soul is too sad to leave this world
 I hear the crow
 I awake to morning
 It was all just a dream
 Not reality
 Just a dream
 That seemed so real
 
 .....dunno why I wrote it, just started writing...It was about a dream though...atleast I think it was a dream..
 
 
 
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