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Sore Worn
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Sore Worn |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Sore Worn My seven league boots are sore worn Weary the intrigue and soar near gone Now I wonder the wiles of those gleams Those that come in the wilds of my dreams They take me places I’ve never been Fields of new that I’ve never seen They are a refuge, harbors from pain A new kingdom for me to reign I take off my boots every night Look to the stars and gleams of bright Rev up my magic carpet of wish Watch the screen from my radar dish And though the report is slower now It seems a pace I can take somehow And I revel in the opulence The sentience and experience Forgive me my nods of sleep its Not the company but my tide of neap |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
sEEmore...YOU HAVIN' ALOT OF DREAMS ARE YA? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Toerag Yea Toe, reams and reams of dreams. Glad your feeling well enough to be here. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Can I borrow your dream blanket? *S* I'm wondering, though... do you have a typo in the second verse? Should refuse be refuge? Either way... great write! *S* |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
suthern LOL you are right guess I'm geting old. Thank you sweety.  |
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