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by cyote Jul 21, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Am i nothing more than a rain caot to you. when it rains you bring me out to protect you, from the down pour of your own grief. and when the sun i warm with laughter i am put away into the closet, there to never to be touched also with your warmth.
by Taz
Top job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!