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I snuggle down into my bed With thoughts of keeping warm 'Cause by the time I snuggle down, It's 4: AM on a freezing morn. |
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Short and sweet, deep write...filled with undercurrents... Maria |
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This is a story to be told Steve, so much put into those lines, a poem that leaves the reader asking - what was said?
Emma x
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Nothing much to add to what has already been said, except I love it Jen |
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Steve...perhapd you ar an aristo with blood.. not like most of us crimson red. Sweet rendition...k |
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Steve Sorry got some fast typed typos in there..." Perhaps as an aristo with Blue blood, not like the most of us crimson red. Sweet rendition...From k... apologies |
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| | From: kayano8 | Sent: 10/4/2008 2:30 PM |
I'm having trouble sending replies today so hope this doesnt double up!! K said in the first reply that I thought this went well with Lynns Crimson Sunrise poem and....are you the sunrise?...I thought it read well as a riddle ya see..ok well off the mark aint I?..lol... |
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When I read this back (too late posted on impulse as usual lol) I thought it a little simple... but funnily enough it seems to have struck a cord. So thanks Maria, I shall try not to let the currents sweep me away Ah Emma, thats a whole different poem Jenny, glad you liked it. Ken, you should know if my blood turns cold and blue, I shall find someone to warm me up Val, thats nice of you... not lost my number have you ? Stella, nope not a sunrise, more of a snuggling down evening sunset... but thanks for the offer of doubling up |
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Sunsets?? Just don't make me post any more pictures... |
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