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Bumping up |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands 
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Bumping up and down the rows And when I see a zero there I'll look and read and up it goes For I think that is only fair Sometimes look at page two or five For I am sure be missing a lot So when the oldies come alive You know from whom a bump they've got  Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Oh Titia, this is wonderful, sweet friend, I think everyone deserves a chance and I too always love to go back on old pages and find poems with 0 or 1 or 2 replies and I send them back up! (kiss on cheek) This is beautiful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Titia, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Wish I had the time to get to page 5! You're a sweetheart, Titia! Forgetting all I'm lacking |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Tita darling girl I love this, it’s utterly utterly wonderful. Margie girl and I know all about Bumping. Mmmm delightful little read darling heart I love it Come listen to my tale about a sprite Who only wanted to bring some light Bev de Bump she swam poetry’s pool Hated to see poems tumble and fall She lifted them up each time they fell A job that the sprite did very well She knew what to do to bring a grin Just send the poems around yet agin Poor Bev de Bump is now history They buried her in the cemetery But sometimes within the night’s mist You can hear a sound like a poetic kiss If you look closely you might see Bev de Bump floating about hazily She still hear the poetic poet’s sigh And wishes she could help you fly Bev de Bump was such a fun sprite Always looking to shine poetry’s light She tried to be good in her own way But still she had too much to say It was a sad day the day she died Her friend Puck sat down and cried But remember her spirit lives on still I recall her and I think I always will Marsha   Love and warm stuff As always Mushy  Breathe through the heat of our desire |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Thanks Noah, you have a heart of gold  Duncan, you're a sweetheart yourself, it only takes one push dear, try it and you'll be surprised LOL Marsha you swing lady, you and Marge? the bumping girls???  Titia Like scattered leaves...my words will flow [This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (06-27-2002 08:53 PM).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Titia~ Marsha and I Very sly Yes, we did da bump~ In short order we did as we orta' and up, up, up they would fly~ Ever meet Stumper-Da-Bumper ? Tee-Hee-Hee .... Yeppers .... DAT WAS ME !!! And still is~ MARSHA .... Tee-Hee ... YOU didn't even know that ! Oh boy .... can't wait for TAMPA~ LOL~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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