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βα®┬4/6/2010 Streets. So many streets and indifference pales, form is certain to appear. Always as mysteriously as the first time and still mingled with suspicion. There is an awareness of being laundered and drawn inward from a smear of inaccurate information and then propelled upon a mission which... Sign in to see full entry.

I have posted two because I can’t remember if I have posted one before Appraisement notin You could appear much younger if you tried Five years younger if you were in love. Your voice is young enough, you must decide For what you wish, or what you wish to prove We stand sometimes as stone of... Sign in to see full entry.

First touch. In this pale light your neck is soft and shines from a kiss. This is quite unknown, the groan was soft it barely registered. In that maelstrom that came from the first spring that whispered love; you were grown and walked alone ignoring all temptation. Could it be that if as dreamer you... Sign in to see full entry.

Once I stood in some ruins. Here stones marked graves. Here primroses bloomed. It was slightly misty. Up on a hill there stood a sombre old Oak tree. Following down the slope of the hill. Five stumps of old trees that had died.. Tree. This is the tree, it stands far on a hill It is formed, like this... Sign in to see full entry.

Fancy You stand within that smoky cloud I raise a glass to you a little pigeon plump and proud I wonder do you coo? Is it worth the while to wink? or try to make you smile There really isn’t time to think if this could be worth while. At least if one is after game and sees a little fawn all one... Sign in to see full entry.

Does any kind person know how to keep the text from creeping into the left of the page. I have had to type this directly onto the page. Explorer 4 Years I feel thistles, nettles, fingers red Grass cut my hand and so it bled Black grass flicked stain upon my fists Prickly seeds scratch at my wrists.... Sign in to see full entry.

Pie. This tea was as good as it would get. I thought of dumplings; swallowed the pie. The tea was normal sweet and wet. She smacked my hand but let me try to sprinkle sugar when I saw the little dumplings pink and round. I just began to feel unsure. Was I supposed to praise the shape or nibble... Sign in to see full entry.

In Stolen one must steal from old dreams. and old dreamers so I make no apology for the a archaic words, to enter Stolen needs the permission of the residential owner. This was given rather recklessly although with good intent. One must never divulge the mystical owner, well unless you pay Blogit... Sign in to see full entry.

The Amateur Theatre Players Are In Town I knew that she was supposed to be Eve because she was standing almost naked beneath my apple tree. There was as if to prove my theory a grass snake in the wheelbarrow. I don’t think they are obtainable in the local supermarket ‘a fig leaf.’ Of course she did... Sign in to see full entry.

Stolen 3 I should not go there but you said I could go I walk down the path and follow the glow So proud stands the she-mist to whom I must speak Stars in her eyes and pink on each cheek. Such flimsy attire. This has risen through shawls A mounding and pounding of warm waterfalls It is really awful... Sign in to see full entry.