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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
at once the image is cast unbreakable steel forged mind and where the plaster cracks travel the ceiling only shows it's weakness I ascend though grasping treelimbs breaking blue before golden sunlight the world whips into a greening blur and wings hungrily beat against the air potentials dance like ancient tribes the beat rythmic to my circling climb and together we breath life into the child quiet heart beats, we float back to earth And as I hold my little girl the world falls behind my focus as I gaze at the universe held within those beautiful little eyes A real man |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Yes. a real man does kiss his children! |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Beautiful! Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
If not for children, where would we be? and for people who do not like kids, thank god your parents were not so judgemental |
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