by Mary Guimont

Created on: July 13, 2010

The delicious taste of fruit after it has been picked
Is not the same to someone who has not yet experienced it?

Desire comes from what we have seen.
Our strengths our desires our dreams

The man a person becomes to be
Is from what in life they have grown to see.

Flowers do not grow from weeds
But come from seeds

If his life was poisoned with liter

He will become bitter

He will find a way

that is not what he was shown

But a way that is his own

 A life that with no despair

A life that will repair

A life that is better

then he was given,

A life worth living

A life that he has trade

From the one he has grown

To know

To theme one he has made

his own

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