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Grace (Free verse) by Win Grace
She stands before me,
all slenderness and
tenderness,
Waiting for a
kiss.
Oh! Does she know
that for each
one,
There's a thousand more
where it came from,
And I
have never,
ever
felt like this?
Up the ladder:
Drifting into Dreams
Down the ladder:
Knowing you
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Posted: July 8, 2002 8:47 PM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2002 8:47 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.6666665 Overall Rank: 12225 Comments:
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<~> @ 24.44.185.41
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19-Aug-02/6:45 PM
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this is tender, and sweet. lucky you.
Shit.
I knew I'd hear from you eventually, Mr. "I come from a rich background of writers." What a joke. Your opinions ring as true as your "writing". The only thing that surprises me is this unprecedented instance of brevity. You should employ it more often.
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