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Friday, August 5, 2011

Uncle Albert Writes.

Uncle Albert speaks. If he looks into your eyes and only thinks, he saw The fleeting look that he has seen before. Therefore, I am telling you. Everything he says will be untrue. If you see a blog on here and you blush from ear to ear. Therefore, I am telling you, What you read will not be true. Now... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Flame.

Flame Once there was a flame, it flickered in my oily mind. Lit the softness of so many peachy contours. foreplay stirred in many eyes. Alas, I sought to find with an aching summons more than was advised. Time was rolling like pink waves and did suggest a firm fierce hold upon each fiery day.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Poem

Well then. dedicated to Femia because she will laugh and with luck might not view. She sat on a chair she wondered if there were enough words left in the world? Most have been sung most were begun Before she had even twirled her pencil or pen or thought that in men. were the answers to all her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Bench

Wolfy. The Bench Ms Wolfy Dun the beautiful sun shining above is your halo. This must be fate; at last as we date your breath smells so sweetly of Bordeaux' I know you like wine our fingers entwine and I think of the doctrine of Plato. I could have brought rugs for two little love bugs, the bench is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 1, 2011

well then

well then In the throat of desire, reason is not a comfort I am deep in the trailing passion of a kind Imagination overloads the zone and searches to abort reality. All shines though, deadly in the wounded mind. Nothing remains in darkness unless one can imagine. The skin as soft as blossom and your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Rehash 2t/07ltt Celebration. Let us celebrate beyond our means. Re-douse that tea bag and open up that tin of beans. Prepare that apple core; I might find just one more and share the pips. Look a bacon rind; it is strange what one can find on tips. Marmite in this jar and even half-a-stick of rock... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Wishful. I did not ask for much Perhaps a moonlight feeling Perhaps a simple touch but I did not think of stealing her heart although I slipped a hand around her waist I very nearly tripped do to my undue haste. I just wanted once to feel that the day had not passed by Perhaps my fingers would... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 29, 2011

Teddy

Teddy It was a friendship to compare With yellow cowslips thought the bear. She was introduced to cowslip wine She was older that was fine She said goodbye and he could see She had a liking for honey. Suddenly from bundling on like something just to look upon. He sprawled one paw high in the air Was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Pattern

Pattern. My thoughts stop short against this new outline, blurs the shape of lips and laughter, once cut fine Pausing now where simple time was blessed. Giving up the joy that once was mine. It was a smile it was not hard to steal. the shades of pink. One could not see a time relentlessly passing to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poem

Poem I am sure there must be a reasonable explanation That aura of violets and white puffballs has vanished. It is misty and I have succumbed to a new temptation. I keep waiting for you to come through the mist. Unfortunately, I cannot remember if you were smiling Or what climate you were coming... Sign in to see full entry.

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