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One should have a clean conscience;For everything comes out in the wash......eventually.On wet floors, one slips.A stain leaves a mark;Now history not..
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A heartOpeningA sunriseA view.Warmth,Promises;A Love that's new.A heart openingA birth ,new lifeA world to discover;That's new.
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Heavy are my thoughtsIn a well dug deep.The bucket that liftsStruggles on thoughtsSo heavy.....Pulling, liftingThat lays so deepThoughts buried ...Hea..
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At the table,Demanding our thoughts"Pass me the ketchup!""Pass me the salt!""Pass me the pepper!""Where the hell's.. my fork?"Demanding thoughtsHungry..
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Over my rainbowMy colour, my thoughts.A pot of goldYou'll find;A treasure of sorts!Take the tripHold my handEnjoy the viewThis picture I bring;I welco..
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My thoughtsWrapped tightlyIn rolls, in plastic.I deliver with speed,My push-bike.Some thoughts;Wayward I throwOn trees, footpaths.Others, deliveredAcc..
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A challenge by our great friend alf
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I open a box From grandpa's attic What's inside? Paint your perfe..
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To Sereena, strangers we met, friends we became, and my heart will always tease you! TTM
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As does light travel faster than sound. ..
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