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My Thoughts
The leaves have been blown away. Exposed, still, the spindle tree. I am dry and the desert has become my bed. The wind speaks, whispering its roar. Soon I will waste to decay. No one will know that I have been... my thoughts. Raine Les 11/9/2009 |
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My Thoughts The leaves have been blown away. Exposed, still, the spindle tree. I am dry and the desert has become my bed. The wind speaks, whispering its roar. Soon I will waste to decay. No one will know that I have been... my thoughts. Raine Les 11/9/2009 |
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Highly improbable, as you have left so many of your thoughts embedded in our hearts.
Kind of like Zorro in a way, lol |
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such lovely poetry can never fade away-hugs to you
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you guys.....
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My Thoughts The leaves have been blown away. Exposed, still, the spindle tree. I am dry and the desert has become my bed. The wind speaks, whispering its roar. Soon I will waste to decay. No one will know that I have been... my thoughts. Raine Les 11/9/2009 I will know My thoughts |
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