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vanilla of wing shoe
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vanilla of wing shoe |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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vanilla is more wing shoe flavor to those little boys without dollars and to the trees that don't have names nor would they answer to anyone well maybe the wind sometimes who calls them all rustle except in the white night of winter I found you down on easy drive you were fresh painted in erasure and I knew your color of eyes like the taste of my own sense but I couldn't remember your name although I had said it backward a thousand times in dream speak talking backward is different than talking back you said and you were just stubborn with your heart inside your toy dirty was ok too, you said but you hated using stolen parts and you knew I would break yours so you put it up long legged high in that tree by my window and left the leaves off just in case I didn't notice how you were wing tip bare foot when we went to the ice cream store you were vanilla in a new dress sunday and just pretended to be dark chocolate daark |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
DS - Life must be so interesting through your eyes! Enjoyed this. Helen |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Helen, thank you ms |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Many visions created in this poem...each one became real to me...very well done...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ms Star...thank you lady friend |
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