I poured my thoughts out on paper and drank the daylight in .
Strong winds blew the day along and poetry began to spin .
Snow fell down upon the ground as thoughts drifted to the sky .
The outside world disappeared there was mist inside my eye .
I couldn't see a single thing as hailstones hit the streets .
As the mist left my eyes I poured myself between the sheets .
Paul Mc Cann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-05 06:00:20
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