A TRUE STEPPING STONE
In the step's, I have taken.
I've walked, miles, in my own, shoes.
Be none better, to tell my own story.
For, you may not see the, path treaded.
The story, I would like to tell.
Is the stroy, where my shoes, have been.
If, I could tell, you about the moment.
Then the sceen, of the stroy, included.
My, feet rest on the shore's, now.
From, the passage's, of my life.
For, the best story, is the one.
In which I am apart, of living.
To end this story, I would end my walk.
So, let my life, keep, on living.
My feet, do the walking.
The story of mine, keep you grining.
FOR YOU, GOT TO KNOW ALL ABOUT ME.
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-13 01:07:31
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