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Down the hallway red,
Lying close in bed,
But not together,
The weather...perfect,
Still I'm nervous,
Check for twinkling stars,
And upside down..
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She met his stare,
She dared,
To contemplate,
Too late,
No debate,
He touched her hand,
The softest brand,
Her skin,
Would win,
His dec..
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My mother gave me this black and white, unsmiling picture of my great-great grandmother, who died young and the only person in our family that I loo..
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A poem about and for my daughter
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I still know you,Your soul haunts me,The undiluted love of youth,The take-for-granted attitude,You had of me,All wrapped up in freshness.Your clear ..
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Just some after thoughts
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a sarcastic sort of, poem about my husband complaining of my being online.
He never used the computer.
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My son asked me, as a teen, "Mom, are you disappointed in me?" and this poem was what my heart said.
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About a place I can go that is safe, and peaceful
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You never said my feet were pretty,You never loved my eyes,
You never kissed my nose...not any,You didn't like my thighs.
You reminded me of any f..
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