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 To my friends overseas To my friends overseas I hold you close in my prayers You are doing your job With a graceful ease I know at times y... [read more] |
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IN THIS ROOM ALL ALONE I SITE HERE IN THIS ROOM ALL ALONE I KNOW IT IS MOSTLY MY FAULT YOU TOLD ME SOMETIME AGO THAT I MIGHT HAVE TO FIGHT... [read more] |
 She sits in the corner alone, her wings enfolded around her. Sadness overwhelms her and sorrow saturates her whole being. An Angel with a te... [read more] |
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There are times in our lives when things go wrong When we blame others and things for these things Is it because we have not the wealth or t... [read more] |
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The circle of Life goes around and around Stopping who knows where or who knows when The beginning becomes the end, the end the beginning... [read more] |
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In times of trouble and despair I have a friend who is always there He never leaves or neglects my need He’s always around when I plead My... [read more] |
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How Do I Love Thee, let me count the ways.......... I love thee as a wife loves a husband, with dignity and delight with pride a... [read more] |
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How Do I Love Thee, let me count the ways.......... I love thee as a wife loves a husband, with dignity and delight with pride a... [read more] |
 Your touch speaks with me... in a way that words can never do. Your laughter so inspires... all sermons are retired. Your faith liberates... [read more] |
 I never did impress the guy not from the start i feel pretty shitty about it too why the hell can i never hit it off with the parents? why... [read more] |
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The smell still lingers Like a cloud in the sky The taste still stands Strong and true The touch is still felt kind and gentle the smoothne... [read more] |
 Only twenty days old, So new to this Different world Smelling of a Skin-so-soft scent, We're so happy For the days here spent. Born the n... [read more] |
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The fertile soil was the love from which they came, But now a drought is in the land-- The trees are barren and the fields lay bare, T... [read more] |
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If he had eyes as once he had, He'd plainly see his farm, But now his eyes are gone, His heart is stopped, his flesh decays, And George... [read more] |
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The Phd's instructive tome Describing how to write a poem Is really not my cup of tea. In fact it vexed me so I asked for its review... [read more] |