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A Season Comes, A Season Goes, Yet Still... |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Remember? Across my yard into yours over the wood fence and into our playground blooming with possibilities the grass was indeed lush beneath that old tree Remember how we picked riped thought from it's heavy branches feeding them one to the other until we were both intoxicated? There we lay wrapped cozily in the heady blanket of what if fantasizing right now Remember how I undauntedly trimmed the hedges that grew naturally around you to see you to feel you to be with you because I so badly needed you Across my yard into yours over the wood fence and into our playground blooming with possibilities the grass was indeed lush beneath that old tree... Remember? Sunkissed. [This message has been edited by Sunkissed (05-21-2003 12:19 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
OMG...a   |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Hello Sunshine! Thank you!  Sunkissed. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Remember how we picked riped thought from it's heavy branches feeding them one to the other until we were both intoxicated? ================================= how cool are those images and personifications. very cool..well done poetess SK I refuse to accept that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism & war that the daybreak of peace can never be reality. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wonderful |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Thank you, dear JM, and PS... Always appreciated! Sunkissed. |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I like this! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SunKissed~ I enjoyed this penning~ 'Remember how we picked riped thought from it's heavy branches feeding them one to the other until we were both intoxicated?' THIS is WONDERFULLY said~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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