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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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I Think There are no words to fill the bill Complete the feelings of our sweep The wily chase of whippoorwill Excluding a fantasy leap. There are no words to write the goal The evermore of circles thrust The outpour of the human soul Excluding those that zealots trust. But in the fields are buttercups And daffodils that fill our wile Fertile that make us feel close up And leaves us on a sunny Isle. Things that make us gaze at stars And look behind each doubting door Thoughts of wonder of what we are. That judge upon the evermore. I think about the evermore Beginnings and the inner core. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You cause the rest of us to think, as well...always, and evermore... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy the read  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Karilea, Thank you and *L* Vandana, Thank you for the read. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
But in the fields are buttercups And daffodils that fill our wile Fertile that make us feel close up And leaves us on a sunny Isle. Things that make us gaze at stars And look behind each doubting door Thoughts of wonder of what we are. That judge upon the evermore. I think about the evermore Beginnings and the inner core. ========================= me likes the way you think ...and the way you wink  me thinks ya gots Kool-aid and Wisdom Wine in your inner core love this pondering of rhyme divine.. way cool me Winkie Stinky me If my slight Muse do please these curious days ... The pain be mine ... but thine shall be the praise. ~Shakespeare~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Dear Me, I thank you for your lovely say and your lovely way. I thank you for your weave of knit And for your lovely wit. Winkiewinkie Stinky |
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