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While they argued and pointed fingers I fished While they called each other names I fished While they added lousy descriptions hey, I fi..

Feed Me, Woman! Speak to me, woman thy words are as a meal I gourge on. Words whose flavor are akin to honey dripping from a muffin. As I bit..

Just as the band left for a break the DJ played R & B to be kind. Bobby Womach in the background familiar words dangling in mind. A trip to ..

I often feel like I don't belong this world has gotten off base. Like a child being bumped in a crowd can't seem to find my place. Twirling rou..

We speak of magic moments of love and deep devotion and always there's a battle to reach the limits of emotion. The reader just has to feel ever..

Our spirits have shared a branch massaged each other to admitting that souls do meet in the air of prose if we allow a total submitting. I hav..

Oh, but to take a day and just walk and talk share senses we see hovering over the trees Stroll just about anyplace in the park while spirits hang ..

She tried so hard to change what the world knew to be wrong but when she turned to me my give a damn had already gone. Years ago I did really ..

Life came to a brief halt taking time to sip a brew Closing out the rest of the world to spend a little time with you. Seems like ages had pas..

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