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Posted: 4/1/2008 7:15:46 PM | Learning from each other most yearned.
The class tonight was suddenly adjourned
Skip class today and play hooky
I need to place a bet with my Bookie
I hope I'm lucky enough to win
Lately all I seem to do is lose
Some folk "Tsk tsk" it as a sin
I know I'll be forgiven If I win | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 7:18:25 PM | enjoying your thoughts most cared
along with the feelings you shared
makes you feel closer to me
that is the essence of intamacy
Bound to you so tight
The warmth of your body at night
feeling both safe and free
and letting you seen into me | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 8:06:22 PM | And letting you seen into me
as i could always see right through you
i always knew what you were up to
always knew what you were about to do
that is why you couldn't be with me
you could not pretend or be the fake
I begged you to be honest to me
why couldn't you for goodness sake | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 8:23:51 PM | Why couldn't you for goodness sake
you couldn't be honest with yourself
much less me ---- you just wanted to leave
be free of responsibility
That's fine, I'm strong enough to
play the role of both mom and dad
go on about your merry way
I'll not ask you again, to stay | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 9:05:47 PM | I'll not ask you again, to stay
Heaven forbid anything stand in your way
I hope all the dragons you will slay
in your inner deep foray
will bring the peace of mind you seek
even though @ times thing look bleak
I wish you life & love so true
from hazel green to the deepest blue
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 9:13:05 PM | from hazel green to the deepest blue
i'm lost forever in your eyes
with secrets that you hold so true
that answers to my whys
and lips parted so perfectly
forever wanting to touch with mine
am trapped so mercilessly
by your love throughout time | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:03:10 PM | By your love throughout time
I have grown to love you as well
so now i know we belong together
baby can't you tell?
I now know I was made for you
and you were meant for me
so stay with me forever
and let our fairytale always be | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:10:04 PM | let our fairytale always be
dont dare get in its way
for if you do i promise you
you will surely be made to pay
for no one will ruin my happy ending
ive waited far too long
and you couldn't spoil it anyway
for our love is too strong | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:20:19 PM | for our love is too strong
to be swept away, what went wrong?
days into nights, the shadows delight
in treachery and womanly spite
his is but a sad tale to tell
a journey with no mend
bless his heart he loved her so
but he’ll not take to her defend | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:38:25 PM | but he'll not take to her defend
and those fences can never mend
Once the holes are cut away
The light shining in is here to stay
New eyes to see New arms to hold
walking hand in hand down a brand new road
can't see the path when the eyes are closed
always your choice to take the blindfold off | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:45:03 PM | always your choice to take the blindfold off
fun to self blinded to glibly scoff
dances o' smiles to be had
that of most glad
blindfolded unseen dance
harboured false envision chance
blind fold to open window bright
enjoying interaction of dance delight | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:47:03 PM | creatures admire enjoying life
long walks in the sand
many moments remembering when ...
tiny fingers .... all their toes
Nothing's as perfect, not ever the rose
Baby's breath in your nose
Skin so soft can't keep your fingers off
So trusting is this little one
(LOL I did it again TNT ... I'll leave it to you if you don't mind, back to the bed with me ... great ending, ty)
(Hi Helen ... leaving it to you all, night sweety good to see ya) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:48:12 PM | always your choice to take the blindfold off
your choice to see me as I am
take the good with the better
worse if you don't take this chance
always your choice which steps to take
your choice whether towards or away
take confident steps in my direction
you'll never know unless you take this chance | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:55:22 PM | So trusting is this little one
soft skinned an'kised by sun
delighted little fingers curl
held heart an' spirit swirl
little one delicate strong
from within heart felt song
wee One cherished gentle grow
strength encouraged loved know | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 10:55:52 PM | you’ll never know unless you take this chance
fluid motion, both in a trance
together they make quite the pair
souls intertwined, floating on air
into the night, romance continues
they make small talk, innuendos
breathing as one, sharing same space
taking their time, this is not a race
(sorry...too late) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/1/2008 11:07:01 PM | taking their time, this is not a race
unknown that to self disgrace
if upon a race self unseen
regret that of chased been
foxes chased o' red coated fools
words expressed admired tools
race not for prize grand brought
last place I in seconds of thought | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 9:58:36 AM | last place I in seconds of thought
first place you in carnage you've wrought
smoke from the cigarettes swirl off my lips
waves of distortion generate from your hips
give in to this damage, destruction and mayhem
line up with the fools as you taunt, tease and play them
then just as my turn on the rack comes around
I turn with a wink, leave without a sound | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 10:27:05 AM |
I turn with a wink, leave without a sound
round and abound for " what's goin down"
heard the muse was bein a clown
didn't have time to find my frown
upside downside inside out
follow trails to rainbow trout
cedar smoke and taste of wild
finest fare for natures child
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 3:08:58 PM | a fatal mistake is what was made
he should have had bourbon not lemonade
don't ever bring a knife to a gunfight they say
cus your sure to be blown away
but that is what he wants
that is exactly what he needs
he wants to end his life today
because his heart for her still bleeds | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 3:13:09 PM | because his heart for her still bleeds
like no one will ever know
he has learnt to hide it from all watching
and put on a magic show
the magic is in the very fact
that this man is still alive
for if you had to take half his life
you would have already taken a dive | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 3:42:56 PM | you would have already taken a dive
plunging free fall for moments arrive
depths of water cooling refreshed immerse
surfaced triumphant, rid of bloody curse
magic dared to conquest challenge spent
foes faced victorious now smile content
life to live for learning challenges expect
love of life to understanding wise accept | |
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