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Memories
A vapor on the soft, in the summer air. Warm and filled with fragrance filling everywhere. Her touch was gentle, soothing. Her voice a whisper, tears, falling on the leaves around her and pooling very near. Her dress was made of silk and quietly it moved. Her skirt, atop the green, blade, grass while gathering the leaves. An evening in summer, she walks and weeps for sad. In the warm and gentle breeze For memories she had. Raine Les 7/7/2008 |
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Tribute To A Woman
The love of a woman is something to behold. More precious than silver. More costly than gold. Beauty and curves and a smell that's so sweet. To A mans wanting eyes no greater a treat. To have one to hold and to call all his own. Makes him like a king sitting on his throne. He will search the world asking god up above. For that one woman. That beautiful woman to love. JodieNewby Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby |
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Tribute To A Woman The love of a woman is something to behold. More precious than silver. More costly than gold. Beauty and curves and a smell that's so sweet. To A mans wanting eyes no greater a treat. To have one to hold and to call all his own. Makes him like a king sitting on his throne. He will search the world asking god up above. For that one woman. That beautiful woman to love. JodieNewby Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby Thank you, share more with us, please. s |
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Blameless
Love, anger hate and shame Makes me want to yell out Some one's to blame When my hand reaches out To point at thee To realize there,s three others Pointing back at me So I go to a mirror What do I see But the guilty party Looking back at me So in prayer my guilt I give to god up above He completely replaced it With his sweet purest love JodieNewby Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby |
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Blameless Love, anger hate and shame Makes me want to yell out Some one's to blame When my hand reaches out To point at thee To realize there,s three others Pointing back at me So I go to a mirror What do I see But the guilty party Looking back at me So in prayer my guilt I give to god up above He completely replaced it With his sweet purest love JodieNewby Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby [/quote you should share this on your own page. You are quite deserving. Your work is very good. |
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