To: All

Triumph
Kiss the air and breathe it's riches.
Fly with the angels, and receive baby kisses.
Feel the light and absorb it's power,
Turn yourself off in about an hour.
Loves wishes are granted by faith,
Life is so much better when you know you're safe.
Welcome to the comfort zone,
Some people would call it home.
These purple clouds and rain of sun,
Save the children, isn't this fun?
Congratulations, you've survived this far,
Luck for you, noone knows who you are.
Brad Gomez
© 2004
All rights reserved
My 17 year old great-nephew wrote this poem.
127 posted on
06/19/2004 4:37:19 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(Bush - Cheney in '04 ........ ChaChaCha)
To: JustAmy
Uh-oh, a new competitor in the poetry department.
I better get back to work...
134 posted on
06/19/2004 4:50:25 AM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(You don't find happiness, you WILL it -- just as you will an open hand, instead of a clenched fist.)
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