To: MoJo2001; All
Toward the Thornbushses
The path with dreams
once a moss covered garden
drew me toward the thornbushes
my memories of love were crumbling and cracked
shallow now for by the fountain ruins
my dearest rose of love
kissed a lifeless, faded self where
desire once harbored nothing but my eyes...
bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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1,066 posted on
03/05/2005 11:20:56 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(I grin, I win. I grin, I win. I grin, I win. I grin, I win. Say that fast 3 times.)
To: AZamericonnie
Meant to ping you to #1066
1,069 posted on
03/05/2005 11:23:15 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(I grin, I win. I grin, I win. I grin, I win. I grin, I win. Say that fast 3 times.)
To: bentfeather
Is that poem about tomkow??
1,082 posted on
03/05/2005 11:34:29 AM PST by
uncleshag
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