![]() no titleA Poem by Beth Sullivan![]() ![]() When everything falls into place, Everything slows down you hold your stomach tighter You feel your skin smooth And fall to the floor Stop to think, take a lesson Give yourself a chance to know who you are Everything behind you is now destroyed You did this yourself, mess maker Now go cry under your tree © 2011 Beth SullivanReviews
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Added on January 25, 2011Last Updated on January 25, 2011 Author
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