Brush Stroke
Sunday, January 09, 2011
...and world is our playground
there is always some more friends to make;
there is always a space at the table;
there is always a new game to play;
and its changing everyday; so many new faces;
they are dreaming wide awake; no time to raise the day;
world is our playground
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