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Chris Lambert

Starting a poem everyday.. heres my first

What a weird thing it is to be
See, smell, taste, touch and hear
Rear your head to the stars above
Love another, the ultimate prize
Rise we did from this sleepless slumber
Number unknown in this endless cycle
Delightful to be the one who’s chosen
Devotion to knowing who we were before
More time has passed than we’ll ever know
Showing us we are the ones that’ve always known.
Mon, 7 Nov 2016 04:02 pm
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