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I wrote this for a freind of mine from Canada.


Submitted:Jan 2, 2010    Reads: 62    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Such kindness radiate so sweet from a soon to be man from the wild lands of Canada. He howls like a wolf of history bringing light to these dark places. He runs through the pine covered mountains to spread a smile upon my face. His sweet tune of his pipes drift across the vast the ocean returning to his ancestors home land ready to rise up in honour for his mighty ancestors.




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