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Manuel Sinister

While the words in the book remain the same, your perception of them will not. For these words are the words of a poet's heart, and a poets heart drifts with the shadows of the clouds.

Monday, January 21, 2008

This is not something that I wrote... But I have always loved this simple and sweet poem...

I ran up the door,
closed the stairs.

Said my pajamas,
and put on my prayers.

Turned off the bed,
and hopped into the light.

All because you kissed me goodnight
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