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Sam
That's me alright...give me a word or two and I am off and flying
Thanks for dropping by
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on March 20, 2008 at 8:56 AM
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Sinome
No, thank you so much
I am really touched by your comment
It is nice to have you stop by.
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on March 20, 2008 at 8:55 AM
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Lust
Well, I will have to keep an eye on your post from now on. Nice having you drop by
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on March 20, 2008 at 8:54 AM
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Troosha
And it seems to be a full moon tonight. Enjoy! Thanks for stopping by
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on March 20, 2008 at 8:53 AM
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Seedlings
I am often inspired by someone else's post or it reminds me of something that has crossed my mind or impacted my life. I enjoy when that happens.... And, ah yes, the moon. I think we are all inspired by the magnificence and the mystical powers of the moon.
posted by
Troosha
on March 20, 2008 at 8:02 AM
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I think I have written a few things you told me you cant read
posted by
Lanetay
on March 19, 2008 at 10:18 PM
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I loved this post, being inspired by others is what I think this Blogit is all about. You inspire me all the time :-) Thank you so much
posted by
Sinome
on March 19, 2008 at 8:36 PM
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yes ,, sometimes you can just take off on something
posted by
Samantha39
on March 19, 2008 at 6:58 PM
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Cunni
Knock my socks off....you do it every time. What a beautiful poem you left in my comment section. I am honored.
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on March 19, 2008 at 3:52 PM
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I apologize in advance for using up your comments space
An incandescent crescent teaching lessons of love
from above to seller dwellers below to show what we already know.
But from this glow we gather greatly
rather stately insight for our flight to the next level.
Bedazzled and bedeviled by a fine mind eclipse,
polluted and intruded upon by ego lips.
Lunar-ticks lulled by bulbous bliss in the clear night sky
lullaby take the shy and make 'em hold-bliss romantics,
caught up in some antics. It's all just too enchanting.
All this passion ranting and making itself heard.
Love's about the only word that really matters.
And matters of the heart take precedence.
We're all willing victims of circumstance and enhance this dance
by chance of pure Amor. And that's what it's all for.
The looming moon sings its tune to a star light soup du jour.
posted by
CunningLinguist
on March 19, 2008 at 3:33 PM
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