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Sun 4 Jan, 2004 10:34 am
Sunday Dreaming
in a dark place I can still see you
in a roaring hurricane I can still hear you
in a field of roses I can still smell you
in a candy shop i can still taste you
in a vacuum I can still touch you
but you are in my head & just beyond my reach
one day you might come out & fill my senses
Let me rephrase that, Oak.
Wow!
WOW -- WOW WOMAN. It's only words but words are all I have
Well, Oak. When words come to life, as yours did, they take on a life of themselves. You have succeeded in, once again, varying your style. That's what is so good about your poetry
Yes that was a very soothing poem, good job!
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*Clapping* To sy so much in so few words is an art. Maggie
thank you folks, one & all. glad you approve.
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