A
fresh sunrise
A
blank white page
Where we as scribes
Record our days
Some
words are wise
Some
foolish too
We
write our lines
By
what we do
The
lows and highs
Are
traced with ink
Hellos, goodbyes
The
thoughts we think
Time
flits and flies
But
not before
We
note our lives
And
play the score
Copyright 2008
2 Life Scribes (Pdf print version)
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