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Tuck Junior Member
since 2000-04-29
Posts 27 |
Someone is standing on the stairs And laughing down the hall behind me I can hear their every thought But when will Jaycee find me? When will Jaycee find me? Oh, to talk to him To give and get a word or more Perhaps we'd share a kiss- But dreams are dreams and where wouuld that leave us? People are walking up the stairs And talking on the floor above me Are they speaking of dinner or When Jaycee will find me? But when will Jaycee find me? When will Jaycee find me? |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I don't know if this poem was more toward someone personally than for everyone here to read and comment on, but it was an interesting poem at any rate.  Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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