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<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 21:32:16 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Be  Be</title>
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<description><![CDATA[7/20/2008<br />
Be<br />
I wish I can talk to you sometimes, and listen to everything that you have to say, letting everything out! So that you can be yourself again,<br />
I wish I can take away that pain that’s holding you back from your everyday life, so that you can be who you want to be,<br />
I wish I can, just, give you that love that’s missing for a long time, so that you can be this woman of beauty, belonging to this right man,<br />
 I wish I can just be.<br />
put<br />
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:48:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>A New Day</title>
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<description><![CDATA[5/16/2007<br />
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A New Day<br />
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We wake up from a previous day left astray,<br />
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hoping that this day will bring a day before my dreams become true, before I hope that this new day will be a great day, a day of piece and tranquility, joy and happiness, a day were my people can eat and think before the next day, just because, we don’t know what the next day will bring.<br />
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But as I wake up to this glorious world, to a beautiful sunshine, where birds begin the day with their beautiful chirps, and the ocean embraces us with these wavering highs, my soul becomes in this place where a new day is brought as a gift, as a cry of rejoice, where the breeze caresses my body with this serene temperament telling me that everything is going to be ok. <br />
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That this day is a day. Until a new one comes by.<br />
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putman<br />
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:41:54 -0400</pubDate>
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