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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197
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Your love is the fuel this tired engine runs on. Stoke the boiler and hang a wrench on the safety valve Pull the throttle wide open on a down hill grade If we split a seam, scald me to death with your steam |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, love certainly is the fuel. Not many can run without it if the truth were known. Welcome to Pip! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Full steam ahead! Let your love engines roar!  Adorable analogy!  EA |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
You are masterful with your words sir. Much enjoyed this. Nicely done indeed! after a fall I get back up, |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Liked the analogy! Enjoyed the read. |
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