tales from the murky splurge: none contd

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Sunday, November 9, 2008

none contd

my head is facing the sun I have been sent the most wonderful gifts but he sends conditions with them. he dangles them in front of my face he allows me to touch them, love and caress them he opens my heart then cruelly takes my gifts away he forces me to suffer once more. i keep on walking un... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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