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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
A Christmas I wrote some time and lost for someone **************************************************** Walking through the stalls On a late night Kissing my head on mistletoe Telling myself the fruit Was still fresh Or so it felt Or tight As I guarded Her belly and an idea Cold creeping in People feeling good Only problem with living Was knowing You were living And knowing it would get tight |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big angel hugs) This sounded a bit bittersweet to me, dearest friend, I couldn't decide how "tight" was defined here, as in "tight" as love that's strong or "tight" as in suffocating somehow! (sigh) God Bless You, dearest friend, this is a heartfelt write, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Dave, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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