9a.m
Rise me up
and let me breath the sweet scent of morning.
Wake me up
when the sun begins to shine at nine
let me see day
Give me hope
like tabs give relief for pain,a chance to see light
Let me open my eyes
to give thanks to my maker
at 9a.m.
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Gratitude: Remembering those who got me where I am
I am coming to understand that, in spite of the hard times I have faced in my life, I have always had very good people around me. Today I s...
I wrote this and stuck it on my wall when I caught some disease and had to take pills every day at 9 a.m. I thought I might die but I didn't, I recovered, and listed this poem as no.29 in my book.
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