Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla
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2005-09-03
08:29 AM
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A Repost
Apples Naïve
Distress blows hard upon my sail And the riggings cry out in wail Straining to stand the strength of dare Hard pressed to guess the why and where
Bolts of streaming lightening strike Thunder cries across the night Phantoms dance upon the dense Fiddlers fiddle on the fence
And echoes fear, holds hands with me For I am blind and cannot see The saving sight of greenery Beyond the shadows mystery
Each scream of rage grows whiter white The locks of hair that were delight And sea that turns like sea to gray Within the terms of times delay
To those that search the ship I leave The last of my apples naïve
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Marge Tindal
Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores
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2005-09-03
10:29 AM
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Seumour~
'And sea that turns like sea to gray Within the terms of times delay'
Ponderous are the delays~
Good morning, sir Poet~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left. - Sufi epigram <))><
Email noles1@totcon.com
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Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215
Realms of Light
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2005-09-03
10:53 AM
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Hello, Mr. T.
"Distress blows hard upon my sail And the riggings cry out in wail Straining to stand the strength of dare Hard pressed to guess the why and where"
Morning hugs, EA
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BluesSerenade
Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549
By the Seaside
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2005-09-03
09:43 PM
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You write of weathering life's storms with a graceful ease.
Oh Sy~ Much enjoyed~
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passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577
displaced
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2005-09-03
10:52 PM
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kind of different for you Sy
I like it
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