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 sideways it forms slowly, but surely begins to creep slides down the bridge slow slow slow changes direction drops to the dark [read more] |
 He never calls me “Sweetheart”; He always just says my name. He says it’s comforting to hear. He says that it sort of transports him. He ne... [read more] |
 By Richard Haesche Come a little closer, love, Yes, stand there in the light. Oh, it's very good to see you When I thought I never might... [read more] |
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By Richard P. Haesche Two little Martians out looking for kicks in their cute flying saucers with their green-eyed chicks They were bored... [read more] |
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By Richard Haesche A man without a friend can't be alive. Without a single friend will he survive? What deep disturbance leaves him so a... [read more] |
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By Richard Haesche Everybody needs a friend, a special kinda guy, one on whom you can depend when trouble happens by. Everybody needs a... [read more] |
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In a dream you came.....Upon a white horse you rode Your long black hair blowing in the wind.......your smile seemed to never end Two stra... [read more] |
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(Do read Elizabeth's #41 first) If Love were but in numbers, it could measure me; If Love had any dimension, it could be held, t... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson My open arms Do not equate to Your open legs... But they should equate to Your open mind [read more] |
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this house is not a home as long as he lives here i awaken to disgust "what this time?" i fear this house is not a castle when all inside a... [read more] |
 I was going to post these individually but wanted to give you some idea of the things I think about when I write. Feel free to ma... [read more] |
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So many memories come flooding back to me, So many memories, painful ones to see, My first love, I thought was real stuff, It turns out that... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson A Valentine in lieu of mine was published in the paper and though I wrote a heart-felt note they must have found it s... [read more] |
 Feathered singer on the railing, With perfect pitch that's never failing, Sweet notes to the ear impart, Sharing your unstudied art. Solois... [read more] |