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Posted by bernie_thefly victoria (My Page) on Fri, Nov 23, 07 at 0:53
Tender, tender, oh flower of splender
It is you who has no gender
What may of us lie?
Why when I ask, do you sigh?
Flower, you’re my mender
- B. |
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RE: some free pen play
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| Splendid B, Splendid..... Oh flower in the night, how you long for the it to be bright. In the feild of joy, oh my flower, oh such a site.
You leave me feeling the splendor of you ever giving slender. Oh flower in the night.... you will always be my might! Love Harold PS. I love this forum..what a joy! |
RE: some free pen play
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Apple blossoms floating on a rain cloud.
The smell of a winters day.
How I reach for those nights of open goodness and wanton abandon.
Can they not see the change in you?
Can they not see how you are different now?
Oh apple blossom on a rain cloud how they will miss you _______________________________ My poem about global warming. Harold |
RE: some free pen play
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| All dwarf grudges aside H, i enjoy your scribbles of wisedom. I too feel the effects of climate change, heres my quick swindle - I sit alone, afraid and prone.
To harsh rays that hurt me.
Why is it they relish in pain?
While we suffer and strain.
I was tree.
Now im free. Humbles, Bern. |
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