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| Gray Wolf, I'm but a sparrow Afraid of arrows. I was born to sail the morning breeze, Not in the night flee. Gray Wolf, I know you are strong. You would protect me my whole life long. To you living life is a song. Yet you can't make right what is wrong. Gray Wolf, You're an animal of prey. You need adventure everyday. While I'm but a lady of love, With gentle ways like a dove. Graywolf, turn your head and flee. We are different as night and day, you and me. In a dream, perhaps, you'll remember me and I thee And we might once again sail the sea. All Rights Reserved Copyright@November 1999 Kenna Marie Clayton |
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