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Posted - 09/15/2002 : 2:59:25 PM
sip secretly these soft hours
dark and light --- whisper shall you ever
the song --- leave for the wanderer
through a thousand springtimes
as a child can not dream
come out across my evening shadow
turn love --- from a balmy moon
was she --- perfect
morning's chill will celebrate
have this story --- and feast
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Posted - 09/17/2002 : 11:38:55 PM
Yes, Line (can I call you that?) that's very good.
"Oh come on boy think-what would Jesus do? He'd shake his head like an angry mother Smoke the boy and said I did what I could do." DMB-Raven |
| TalkingNeurons |
Posted - 09/17/2002 : 9:58:51 PM
Damn, that's a mighty nice poem. Not too sure what it's saying though.
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"Little or no expectations leave more room for experiences."
-Victor L. Wooten
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