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You know nothing of me
Yet you beckon to me. In the cool night air I hear your voice. The crisp snow under my feet As I lean upon the baren oak tree. I hear your voice yet again. I hear it on the wind In the calling of the owl Flowing on the light of the moon. You know nothing of me Yet you call. Tanya 2/24/2010 |
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Nice one Tanyaan..
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Nice one Tanyaan.. ![]() |
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Thats Cool.....I cant write But it sounds good in my head..LOL
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I really like that.
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Edited by
ArtGurl
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Thu 02/25/10 12:32 AM
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(((Tanya)))
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nice Tanya
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Thanks everyone for reading and commenting!
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the call came to you as a friend,wink..
A very nice write and cool,,,,, ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Thanks all!
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