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                    Beautiful as always
                
                
                
                    posted by
                    skye08
                     on August 13, 2010 at 7:33 PM
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                I love vanilla, the smell, the taste the color
  
                
                    posted by
                    Lanetay
                     on August 5, 2010 at 9:44 AM
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                Those moments and dreams of childhood were indeed so wonderful...  
                
                    posted by
                    FormerStudentIntern
                     on August 4, 2010 at 7:29 PM
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                    childhood dreams are really wonderful, 
                
                this poem brings back a longing to be a child again. Its a gentle reminder of what we forgot we always had.
  which we can be, and can have back, if we learn how to let go.
  what the hell does letting go mean and how do we do it lol
  I will post that tonight, because I feel that everybody deserves to learn how to let go and be to have childhood dreams again.
  
                
                    posted by
                    Tzippy
                     on August 4, 2010 at 12:31 PM
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                Lovely dreams Simone. I hope you still have nice ones at times.
   
                
                    posted by
                    C_C_T
                     on August 4, 2010 at 10:58 AM
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                    Sinome 
                
                ZI experienced a few bad dreams as a child. Maybe the good dreams will appear now love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
  
                
                    posted by
                    BC-A
                     on August 4, 2010 at 10:50 AM
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                your dreamy poems are wistful and wonderful, thanks for sharing  
                
                    posted by
                    spiderfly
                     on August 3, 2010 at 11:46 PM
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                Maera, I remember those days.  I had a recurring dream as a child that i was sittinf out on the roof of our house ynder a purple sky, watching a carnival take place in the front yard.  So sweet and innocent!  
                
                    posted by
                    dsm_tchr
                     on August 3, 2010 at 10:25 PM
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                    Dream
                
                Oh Sinome what great work and you can always dream and your dreams will always be beautiful...Utah Jay
  
                
                    posted by
                    UtahJay
                     on August 3, 2010 at 9:48 PM
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                    THE DREAMS OF A CHILD...YET i REMEMBER BEING FRIGHTENED AT NIGHT TOO AS
                
                A CHILD...BUT THEN THE WARMTH AND COMFORT OF MOTHER'S ARMS. REASURANCE AND SAFETY.
  YES AGAIN I LOVE YOUR WORK.
  
                
                    posted by
                    Kabu
                     on August 3, 2010 at 8:31 PM
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                Such beautiful imagery you paint Sinome..truly you are a gift. Thank you for the visit.
  
                
                    posted by
                    shobana
                     on August 3, 2010 at 8:30 PM
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                    Vanilla skies I dream 
                
                Wonderful poem so beautifully written/LBJ  
                
                    posted by
                    MsJudy
                     on August 3, 2010 at 8:23 PM
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