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Apples Naive |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A Repost Apples Naïve Distress blows hard upon my sail And the riggings cry out in wail Straining to stand the strength of dare Hard pressed to guess the why and where Bolts of streaming lightening strike Thunder cries across the night Phantoms dance upon the dense Fiddlers fiddle on the fence And echoes fear, holds hands with me For I am blind and cannot see The saving sight of greenery Beyond the shadows mystery Each scream of rage grows whiter white The locks of hair that were delight And sea that turns like sea to gray Within the terms of times delay To those that search the ship I leave The last of my apples naïve |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seumour~ 'And sea that turns like sea to gray Within the terms of times delay' Ponderous are the delays~ Good morning, sir Poet~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hello, Mr. T. "Distress blows hard upon my sail And the riggings cry out in wail Straining to stand the strength of dare Hard pressed to guess the why and where"  Morning hugs, EA |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You write of weathering life's storms with a graceful ease. Oh Sy~ Much enjoyed~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kind of different for you Sy I like it |
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