Run of the deerAs the soul of the forest I run With the spirits within me I run for survival for life for hope for joy I run The sound of my steps are one with the eternal beat of life I run my legs pulse though the wood I run one with the wind, all life, all nature, I run With a force so ancient, It's older than the earth I am the spirit of the forest I am the deer I runRun of the deer
The Poor Little TurtleA regular day cleaning the highway seeing that little turtle crossing the road It's small little legs, going as fast as it can To lay it's eggs in the sand It's in the middle of the road when I decide to help but just after that car goes by... but when it passes fate was at it's worse for it ran over that turtle Now It's gore is all over the road That poor little turtle, It's shell got cracked it's cute little head Is three miles back All you can think is how horrible it was to see that poor little creature, Get it's guts hurled &The Poor Little Turtle
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"Take time to feel the wind"
Greatly appreciated.
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I refuse to conform! I conform to not conform with the nonconformists or the conformists. I am an unconformist! If you couldn't tell by all that mess, I am weird. Thank you for letting me control your thoughts for ten seconds while you read this.
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Avatar courtesy of montroytana.
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Avatar courtesy of montroytana.
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Avatar courtesy of montroytana.
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