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Stirrings (Free verse) by dougsoderstrom

A welling-up from deep within, My soul, Something that I do not understand, Not a thought, Nor even a feeling, Perhaps a force, On the verge of penetration, At the very brink of knowing, In hot pursuit of an open door, An open space, Within my soul, A moment of grace...... a gift, An invitation...... an opportunity, To surrender myself, To something, Much greater..... much more profound, Than that which I have ever imagined, Or known before.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-Sep-04/4:18 PM
If we met face to face I'd be so overwhelmed by your unbelievably sagging jowls that I'd have to have a lie down. Any small talk would have to wait until after I'd been put on a ventilator, and after you'd covered your ancient features with some sort of tea cosy.




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