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You weave your stories full of pain
They tell of hearts that ache Hurt that comes and comes again Chances that you didn't take Love that now is dying For lack of a touch Your words are crying They speak so much You weave your stories full of hope They tell of hearts that mend Hurt with which you've learned to cope Chances that you got again Love that springs anew A warm lover's arms Your words are joyful, too They show your charms |
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So very true as we weave our web of words upon the page
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You weave your stories full of pain They tell of hearts that ache Hurt that comes and comes again Chances that you didn't take Love that now is dying For lack of a touch Your words are crying They speak so much You weave your stories full of hope They tell of hearts that mend Hurt with which you've learned to cope Chances that you got again Love that springs anew A warm lover's arms Your words are joyful, too They show your charms |
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you get 3 finger snaps good job
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WOW you got us all pegged. That was really good.
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Coming from a group whose writing I really respect and admire, your praise means a lot!
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Coming from a group whose writing I really respect and admire, your praise means a lot! |
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A wonderful collection of words ^^
very nice write ^^ |
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yes,, Welcome ((( hiker ))) to the world of words,, felt, given, taken, battered, mended and filled with Love,, A place where we come sit,, ponder,, rant at times,, and just simply act like little kids,,, Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm welcome Home,,,
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very nice!
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Oh, dear Hiker! You have sooooo much to give to the world. I feel blessed you share a lil of your wonderful self on jsh!
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Isn't that true! Like Spring following Winter. Thank you for sharing that.
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You are all so kind. Thank you for your kind words.
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I see HikerChick’s been hiking down the path called Poetry Lane
and now that she’s been bitten she won’t be able to abstain She’ll be writing all her feelings when she’s calm or quite insane so here’s a toast to HikerChick with a glass of ode champagne |
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I see HikerChick’s been hiking down the path called Poetry Lane and now that she’s been bitten she won’t be able to abstain She’ll be writing all her feelings when she’s calm or quite insane so here’s a toast to HikerChick with a glass of ode champagne |
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Nice write
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You weave your stories full of pain They tell of hearts that ache Hurt that comes and comes again Chances that you didn't take Love that now is dying For lack of a touch Your words are crying They speak so much You weave your stories full of hope They tell of hearts that mend Hurt with which you've learned to cope Chances that you got again Love that springs anew A warm lover's arms Your words are joyful, too They show your charms A lovely tribute to all who share their hearts on these pages..... |
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(((Hiker))) |
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I see HikerChick’s been hiking down the path called Poetry Lane and now that she’s been bitten she won’t be able to abstain She’ll be writing all her feelings when she’s calm or quite insane so here’s a toast to HikerChick with a glass of ode champagne You know you've made it in the Poetry Forum when you get a hit by the anti-poet. Thanks, Abra! |
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