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The Lingering |
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jennie may* Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 122 |
I walked down a dusty corner of my mind tonight where you sit in black and white almost dead I need your hands your medicine for my stale soul where are you? how sad time is when it shoves me into the next day against my will |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I can relate to this, Jennie. Very well done! Denise |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Yes the days go forward whether you want them to or not...we all have dusty corners we revisit in the lonely hours before dawn |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Jennie~ This is a haunting refrain ... very well said. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Daniel_vv Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 61 |
This is a brillant peice! I love it, as I see myself in it. Well done! |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
the march of time keeps in step with only itself, those who can't keep up are trampled, those to far ahead usually alone. Very Nice. jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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