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11-4-2002
By: Wes Compton

I chose to make all my words to you a poem.
Now I'm left with blank pieces of paper and echo's of love gone bad.
A heart filled with hopes and dreams
Nothing but good thoughts for you in my mind
A soul full of living
And some living full of soul
Were am I left now...