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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.

Lenore 4-Feb-04/9:19 PM
How you managed to conclude that I’m Wiccan is beyond me. Not only did someone on here ask me out rightly in the past, but also one of my poems clearly mocks it. Additionally, you are stupid and should either shut up or die, maybe both, but not necessarily in that order.




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