its unsound reality.
Taking with me, all senses, picturesque and photographic
memories, placing everything into boxes of clouds to be
given back to God when I see Him in heaven.
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Climbing mountains in a Casino bus,
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Interesting conversations being said loudly enough for me to hear.
A listener not saying much, being polite so as not to upset the patient who cannot seem to stop talking.Random thoughts being regaled by the one who doesn’t ever give silence a chance to bring peace to his heart.Stopping to listen to another person might curb the urge to take over every conversation.After all, another…
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Intolerable conditions during daylighthours give vent to many visions while asleep.
In the back of a mind, so many memories fill the
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