Saturday, November 24, 2001

my dear son ..
..whom lives in the sky!
Tis I, your protector who does sigh,
Why my dear son do you cast your rays of affection so stong?
at times i wish you to be nearer, and others to be afar.
My dear son: who changes things with his love,
do not fear yourself,
for if you do,
you'd be no better then a mouse.
It could cause you to implode, or explode.. and we'd all be sad,
beace we'd be lonely without your love...


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