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Layers fall away

like paint from a mask.

What does this mean?

One day she'll ask.



Why am I here?

What is my purpose on earth?

Just simple questions.

Answers she needed from birth.



One day soon she'll know.

But when is that date?

Will the answers come soon?

Or will they come way too late?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just somethings that run through my mind....

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©19 December 2001 - 11:06pm — hawksquaw99
20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Roz Turner (not verified)
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Hi Renee Wow... I really liked this one.. very good! Some thoughts to ponder over! Roz:)

20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Tim / manatee Marshall (not verified)
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I read it before but didn't teak it but after your last poem stuff wont run thru your head,and bother anymore! L&P

20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Michelle Noel (not verified)
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Renee....is this a new one??? So sorry I missed it before. I love the theme here....it is soooooo me. Friends say I question and analyze everything to death...haha...someone has to right????

20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Rachelle Wiegand (not verified)
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I liked this poem, Renee' I always pick the ones that haven't been critiqued. I like to be the first on the scene :)