Open Poetry #3 |
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Thunder Moomba Junior Member
since 1999-10-30
Posts 21Baldwin Park, CA, USA |
Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last,'tis best To use myself in jest Thus by fainted deaths to die. Yester-day night the sun went hence, And yet is here today, He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way; Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make Speedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he. ------------------ Jr. Rodrigo M. Daz_ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very nice! I like this one very much! ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Welcome to passions, I enjoy your work |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Well done! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Ver nice, Thunder. I like it. |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Ver nice, Thunder. I like it. |
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