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Goodevening.You are welcome to write if you wish.I am not much inspiration,but I will patiently assist.Amidst the striking of time,there are several l..
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Trapped in a musty jail cell,strangled by the ropes of time,thereI lay for years, an emptyshell.It took just one hour, to finishmy servitude.There I w..
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In daysof jaunting around on my tractor shaving the earth, round after round, I would flaunter in thoughts of kisses and romance,of golden days and ra..
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In a minute's moment,Your glasses came off, You looked straight ahead, And there I was, Your 'sweet cuppin cakes.'
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In your arms I feel at home. Home, is where I want to be.
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A wild daisy doesn't require too much nurturing.Other than to be called sweet things once in a while.
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The face I wear to look strong, Is fading by the minutes after you're gone.
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Ardently I spoke witha rose, imploring that she bloomthe way I've seen her before.Thesomber roseinsisted she was.Though somewhere hiddenshe accepted t..
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There's a chance that we may grow old together.But I'd say the odds are greater...that we'llwindup growing up together.
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It's likely that through my solitudethere are perhaps reasons for the lack of jubilance.Dost I dare blame love?Folly settlement it may seem.But as the..
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