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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
"Don't suppose you've swept the spoon just by chance it caught the broom can't find find either one in stock", a worried mother's lost her flock... They've grown up and learned the ropes they nurtured time to apply their hopes each one had their favorite toy or doll neglected potato head had struck a wall... Why all this processes on this mother earth to then recall how tiny strides gained girth; as one appears with a serial number on the chest if we continue life, for what purpose do we invest? A mother swept away the golden spoon fell from the tot she fed from the womb she'll go about her chores on a daily quest in effort to make sense of her abandoned nest. [This message has been edited by wordwizard (12-28-2003 02:27 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it is a thing I dread, yes...time goes by so fast, they grow up in the blink of an eye |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
They sure do grow up fast and leave the nest, don't they? Hugs, Ethel |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
think we all grow up too fast...oh well  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You're really connected with someone to know this much, sir... as always, I am deeply appreciative of your wise words... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very wise words here poet sir. Nicely done. Hugs~ In the midst of winter.. |
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