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Caught and trapped within
four walls
And so anxious to be free,
But the cold rain drizzles on
In the world – and inside of me.
Not a chance to go outside
For a walk or for a ride.
Enough! Enough, my spirit cries,
Venting from its depths of gloom.
Erase, dear God, these clouds of gray
Release me from my winter tomb!
2/2/07 - mshr |
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