How I now have to use a cane, permanently, at least for awhile, because of falling through the ceiling with my leg and then catching myself before going strait thru. The colors describe my cane.
Silver as the storm clouds, White the Bolt of Lightning comes, Black the legs are embedded into the earth, STURDY the TOWER shall become!!!!!
Written July 5th, 2004 11pm CST by Becca Henry All rights reserved
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So much said in so few, but powerful words - written with great depth and conviction!!
Robert