Friday, December 12, 2008
Of a Rose
Roses are so beautiful and my heart sings for they mean so many different things. You give me roses of every hue, of their meaning they always speak of you. Why do you bring a rose to me each morn and in the evening pierce my heart with its thorn. Roses are so beautiful and yet you fill my vase with...
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A Conversation
He: Scurry to the roaring seas like a hush afore a cresting wave! Cool waters beckon for me, for you; endowing a promising enclave! She: Roaring seas, cresting waves, cool waters you say, oh, I say it too! Roaring seas beckon me to sail; to sail away with you!
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