To: Lady Jag
It was a lazy afternoon.
To: bentfeather
Soft kiss the winds of eve
under stars as bright as loving eyes
as we saunder down to the lake
These are but pieces we take
part of the treasures past which we fly
our to grasp and entwine to weave
967 posted on
08/23/2006 3:07:21 PM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: bentfeather
August is a big paperwork month and paperwork gives me headaches.
974 posted on
08/23/2006 4:36:37 PM PDT by
Lady Jag
(People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.)
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