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Emily Mae (Villanelle) by horus8

What else can a young mother say? I wake up at night hearing you... And I love and miss you Emily Mae. "Minutes turn hours & the hours to days" As no one, but you, can take my hand What else can a young mother say? When we put you to ground, the display alone sent me into this no man's land I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. "I buried my heart with, to keep you at play" in that field where the grey stones stand, What else can a young mother say. To those that we had, but went away? I want you to know, "I'm glad you weren't planned." And I love and I miss you Emily Mae. One day soon, with you too, I will stay by your grave as a mother, and friend. What else can a young mother say... But I love and miss you my Emily Mae.

horus8 4-Feb-04/4:59 PM
Your observations were indeed correct though, thank you, well 50% of them were, and the rest are just personal taste issues, but thanks, I'll keep them in mind when I do my second edit. Sorry for being an asshole, but people bother me, especially idiots, wiccans, christians, politicians, lawyers, editors, internet magazine hacks, bad artists, pop stars, basically anyone under the age of 22 and over the age of 35, anyone that takes themselves too seriously, styraight people, puritans, rich people, on and on and on, so far I only get along with the help and extremely ancient homosexuals.




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