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WRBreezin Member
since 2001-08-04
Posts 212
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Composing The words don't fail me It's the woman who spy's me daily taking thoughts from my tongue Corralled within my own affection I wish to speak but find little worth In my composing frail as the summer's collapse to fall I can only wash thin becoming vapor in her sight Willie ©2001 [This message has been edited by WRBreezin (edited 08-13-2001).] |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Darned if I don't understand the nuance behind this... well done! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WRBreezin~ I dropped in on your web site and found much to enjoy !  Thank you for sharing here with us~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Hmm, nice work. Thoughtful. Sandra |
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WRBreezin Member
since 2001-08-04
Posts 212 |
Lady in White Marge Sandra Thanks for reading, glad you found something to enjoy. Willie |
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