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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Palomino By: Noah Eaton 8/29/02 Lips of palm sugar Lace gown of caramel Flowing down your waist Blouse of night jasmine Queens Counsel on duty Through the angel food cake lanes Palomino, ride me to destiny... Palomino, stride across this meadow sea... Cheeks so bright and rubescent Schooners under your hooves so pleasant Through afternoons of tansy Tittle-tattling like little chipmunks Turkish bathing in Acapulco In quassia and wild daisies Palomino, ride me to destiny... Palomino, stride to my dreams... It's that simple golden gift That makes my heart drift That makes my legs feel soft And did you ever begin to believe That we could find each others dreams Just falling from your skies loft? Your simplicity is my modus vivendi Your grace is my novelty I give you a world free of bridles Honey down your mane An angel cherubs would feign My heart is your saddle... Palomino, ride me to destiny... Palomino, stride to my dreams... It's that simple golden gift That makes my heart drift That makes my legs feel soft And did you ever begin to believe That we could find each others dreams Just falling from your skies loft? You're that simple golden gift Everything I've ever wanted every day Please stay, please stay, please stay Come away with me We'll make this last Forever, forever, forever... Palomino, ride me to destiny... Oh Palomino, through your Arabic wind the meadows sing... Sweet Joanna... "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." Shakira [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (08-29-2002 10:00 PM).] |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Beautiful and sensual, Noah... and thanks for putting in a word for the chipmunks of the world also...  ~ lots of chipmunk hugsLyra |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
a hot afternoon in the shade tongues bursting with tales of dangerous games He has been waiting for fire to light his hooves mane to whip in stinging frenzy for a batch of living to be set free cruise for the price of sugar Seriously, tho, Noah, this was expert Songwriting at its best. Great descriptions of man as wonder-beast (or 'woman' as it were). God really had on the ball when it drew up horses, didn't He? Mega cool, mi amigo! jeff |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I love horses. This is beautiful. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Singing Sparrow Member
since 2002-05-12
Posts 94 |
back up you go, you are one of the best!  SS |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
That's awesome. What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
You're hopeless, Noah! A true romantic. She is SO lucky!! This is SUCH a beautiful write!!!!! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Noah - you my friend are an excellent writer. But also a hopeless romantic, as I... BC |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Wonderfully penned sidekick! I know Joanna will love it! ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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