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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Three children on a log that seem happy in their moment share a jar of glass so simple as the daze that youth provides. I am humbled by the mem’ of them and of their faces sitting side by side in the grass that’s high and by. How oh how does one remember so perfect what they see, and how their eyes can make a dream that fades away with sleep, unless its been imprinted by its pallor on their seams. And yet we as they do wander; without a word to say about conditions of reality, or the beauty which resides. No for we ignore and we would more the path of lifeless screaming. Give no one what we want and let no one make us feel so loved as we had when we were children. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This is so defined in thought. A different path, yet you follow it perfectly. Sandra |
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