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To W (Free verse) by kingit Thoughts of you return
to me
today
As I muse on your lost
dreams and
suffering.
But then, again, I cannot
think on
these
Without remembering your
love of
life.
Always in the Fall
of the
year
Your face returns
to haunt
me
My soul reaches out
to you,
longing-
Wondering where you
have gone?
The purpose of
our meeting
Does not escape
my grasp,
For once two souls
embrace
The world is changed
- a different
place!
Up the ladder:
skittles
Down the ladder:
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Posted: December 7, 2003 4:56 PM PST; Last modified: October 12, 2009 3:48 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 8137 Comments:
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kingit @ 67.69.62.220
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7-Dec-03/6:17 PM
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Thanking you, while I expose my soft, white under-belly.
Here's a nine, mr. pillsbury.
I WISH I had some dough!!!
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