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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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Well come as I was in courage by a fiend to be gone this journey never linking for a weak or so that it cold get used this way it did too I’m so glad butt sad you there yet your presents brings such relief to this aura vaginal draft and purr puss of mist little chapter which was to leaf you into a piece full come for table ground but if you no thing like me you be tried of the same mold contempt or airy voids that sneaks to glory fly woke gather then tall ants which draft tick ally skewers art and graces such in dived level souls with the drudge airy of woke..! I can soy tan any be leaf which is the truth of this fawn ally if own lye manna festered threw a single palm or many foams thy music your peach the very mass sagé of finessé in appear ants and at tit lewd shod be in tart con trash to ease kind of odor ease very same will not rest pond to a poets rule of dumb which pears to be just act ally what they lethal ridge ally cordon wit newt protest or sin sure as a mark of ally ants in this fare fate of finessé... so if I woke at it yon enough will fat make it add mire able odor I weight for the voids to rule ball looming nocturne ally true in neat..? < !signature--Dugout> [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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One Who Understands Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 251Cedar Rapids, Iowa |
That was beautiful  You obviously have a special love there. Wonderful poem |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
lucky, I like this so tender capture of feeling and person....it's beautiful! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
My friend ... This is beautifully tender and touching. I know you are blessed with wonderful memories of your mother ... as I am with memories of mine. Bless you in your remembrances. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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