You’re a nice guy. The world isn’t made for nice guys.– Corey McCook talking to me.
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As Bright As The Morning Sun, She Is.
The light comes through. In everything she does. In her smile. In her eyes. Her soul. The light comes through. From any distance you can see the light, it never blinds nor burns. Though the dark clouds may gather and thunder roars and the earth may shake. The light comes through. At night, when the world’s gone dim, I’ve shut my eyes and done for the day. The light comes...