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the slow, slow cure |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Pieces of ice, fresh from refrigerator frost, asked (in their dry voices) for my help. "We see you burned your legs," they said. "Help us melt away." "But what about my pain?" I asked. "Oh yes. Yes. We'll get to that, too." |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
oman big smiles yuh yuh |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
"But what about my pain?" I asked. "Oh yes. Yes. We'll get to that, too." -------------- comfortably numb? tanned and rested or burned and tested cool poem... next time wear sunblock  jm/bs Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme, They are not measured by the commitment of time. Some emotions run too deep to be described by words, Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Clever thing. Very nice---Jabberwocky (sp.?) in it's feel...have been ice blue without you..... |
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