Today was a long day. In the morning I worked with Tim on the set. We got most of the walls done in the apparment part of the set except for the doors. I am really satisfied with it. Then I can home and relaxed. What can I say, I was tired for the Gala show.
As he looks at the stars,
he reflects of his past,
the good and the bad,
these moments have past,
he wants to visit some,
re-live them once again,
to find so more meanings,
to meet again with a friend,
Pictures are there now,
that show you the best of that time,
they feel so real,
deseption is their crime,
he looks down at the love,
he was all around,
it helps him now and then,
when he is on pain's ground,
memories only cost,
some of many things,
the beauty of the passion,
or the sorrow they bring,
memories are worth it,
through the thick and thin,
they do not need any justification.
they are treasures found within.
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I like your poem. Although...you and Tim keep painting those flats and taking over more and MORE of the church...lol. How are we supposed to do improv? lol. jk. It looks AWESOME!!! Jesi said she didn't like it..but i think it is GREAT! Like you have no idea how much I like it. Nice job! Love you! HAPPY EASTER!
she did.....oh well
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