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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..   Thank you!
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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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 Thank you!
    
    
    