05-17-2007, 04:16 PM
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Last Online: 12-02-2011 01:54 AM
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Tip
Tip the sun a tempest wand,
unknowing in we blend,
Who Holds the key to why we exists?
tip the grass off with your hair,
do not stare to long, but
let every hair of grass feel your soft skin,
tip the sky a well-worn eye,
for it only reflects you because
you are worthy,
tip the ocean a washed imprint, then
throw some sand in it,
what treasures we see everyday,
its only feasible to pay, a little here,
and there to God, for when we tip wisely,
they'll show much thanks,
we'll be able to feel God's embrace,
Lastly, tip a bit of wit,
in your pocket it should fit,
it serves well for people you meet,
You owe the holy lord love,
so give a bit away,
here's a tip don't let that love sit in your hearts pocket.
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Last edited by PaintedDiary; 05-27-2007 at 10:21 AM.
Reason: cor sp er
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