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Maturity


The mind always love to talk

but the body never wants to walk.

The Soul always thinks its pure

but nobody else will ever know for sure.

You can say things you would never mean

do things without a even care

and some people will leave out of fear

causing you to pull some hair, 

your intentions were never wrong

but your actions where all that was there.

But as long as you can stay strong

you will be assured you did nothing wrong.

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Glena Waterhouse
<p>Awesome job!!!!</p>

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