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Soliloquy III
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Soliloquy III |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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 Soliloquy III Every place of ruin was once one of beauty till it touches the pillow of rust and sleeps Future was the God of Fertility abundant plains just waiting to be replanted Now I am the harvested bounty, supplicated Someone will want me for who I am It’s a warm bucket of rain that drizzles down. ago it would have bothered me now I linger in it |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like interesting reads. This was good. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
was once a place of beauty till it touches the pillow of rust and sleeps Oh how very thought provoking this piece is, Jeff...  ~ hugs from a Munkster who sleeps on a pillow of rustLyra |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Jeff, I feel that so many of us take for granted what truly is fertile and promising for tomorrow and now we have condensed it all like some paramedic method, taking all the opportunities and what ifs and ah ha's, and shredding them away into could have beens, also rans, and once's. Tomorrow is something we should hold dearly for our future children and it feels so unstable to me sadly, this is a powerfully aching and thoughtful write, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jeff, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Dulcinea Senior Member
since 2001-07-22
Posts 774IN |
This is indeed a very sad thought provoking poem darlin, but you know that I want you.  Always! |
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