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Into this world I was born.
Into this living I was thrown. Through love I live torn. With-in me you can see their face. Hidden inside my secret hiding place. Never to show it, never a trace. Hear their hearts beat with mine. Know I called them all my Valentine. Bury us all now in this box of pine. Rest in peaceful sleep, my beautiful Valentine. |
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Gee..how uplifting and cheery!!
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Sat 02/14/09 09:17 PM
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OMG am I going to die? Well now Im really unhappyI mean I am just gone thats it My last post by 2KidsMom....
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Sorry,,I forgot to ,,,,,THERE,,,is that better,wink,lol
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Terry, I love it! Good tone, very much the pragmatic counterpoint to the cheesy, overcommercialized "Valentine's Day" consumerfest we've all come to know and scoff at.
Excellent job! |
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Thank you my friend for giving us the joy of your poems.
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Ditto what the Lonely Walker said...
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