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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:08:23 PM | It is not your fault, it is mine my dear
I simply forgot to pack your gear
So we'll have to roam naked in the night
To be free like this feels so right
Take my hand we'll run down to the water's edge
Bodies entertwined along the ledge
The breeze can be felt whipping through our hair
I want to be here more than anywhere | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:14:29 PM | I want to be here more than anywhere!
I used to not know, or even care.
I want to be part of this life, of ours.
I hope I dont leave too many scars.
Ill take your hand, u take mine,
and with this life,
just maybe, well find,
a world of peace, a life, so kind! | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:15:39 PM | a world of peace ,a life so kind
when all wars cease no one left behind
only the heroes stay and continue to pay
in lights that shine in iridescent displays
revealing hopes and dreams not realized
in opaque designs of excited eyes
you fly you surprise you despise the lies
with just your immaculate smile | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:23:58 PM | With just your immaculate smile,
I could reach the akward mile.
I would travel, oh so far,
if you would only ,give me your heart!
With your soul, that shines so bright,
I would not put up a fight.
Your mind, it is so deep,
it makes me want ,you,to keep. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:27:53 PM | It makes me want you to keep
Forever beside me as we sleep
To wake each other at the brink of dawn
Gaze out at the dew upon the lawn
Stretch our limbs as we awake
Again my body you shall take
With heat and fire we share our morning kiss
Until we hear the cat's first hiss | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:32:37 PM | until we hear the cat's first hiss
everything else is something to miss
it makes me want you to hold and keep
in my vacant head without a peep
a little romp if we feel the need
like a tiny taunt or bowl of weed
just a few things to keep it real
when the words become too deep or until we hear the cats first hiss | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 12:36:13 PM | Until we hear the cat's first hiss,
that mouse will have to live in bliss.
Running like a crazy clown,
eating cheese, rockin down.
The day will come, his fate he meets,
the cat from hell,his worst defeat!
The poor little guy,he is now a meal,
the cat is fat, the mouse I feel. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 1:28:10 PM | the cat is fat, the mouse I feel
the dog is mad and all too real
I can run and I can hide
but the ferocious fang is never far behind
lunging and snapping at my high pursuit heels
thirsting for vengeance and an afternoon meal
I deserve this torture its a curse I now own
for taunting this beast with tales of a bone | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 1:46:22 PM | For taunting this beast with tales of a bone,
he happily rules, and owns my home.
His love is like a flowing stream,
he often, goes, and is back again.
I offer him little, some food, a bed,
a place to rest his weary head.
He is my life, my friend , my beast.
I love my dog , to say the least. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 2:10:30 PM | I love my dog to say the least
For he is more than just a beast
He makes me feel that all is right
Lays by my side throughout the night
Faithful to the end
He shall always be my friend
When I wake up to the morning light
He gives me reason to fight | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 2:24:15 PM | He gives me reason to fight,
If ever I needed a light,
he made my world so full of beauty,
I carefully did my duty.
My world has never been the same,
I knew before, just what would be his name.
He is a character , he is so much fun!
He is my light , he is my son. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 4:18:34 PM | He is my light, he is my son
Thoughts of him make my heart come undone
I wonder where his path shall lead
His future I so wish to read
He makes me laugh , he makes me cry
The love for him is there until I die
The best for him is my only wish
It gives me joy to make his favourite dish | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 5:35:00 PM | It gives me joy to make his favourite dish
Maybe it shall be a nice poached fish
To see him eat makes me smile
So I shall sit and watch him for awhile
We'll wash it down with wine
The German kind is so devine
Then its time for a little piece of pie
He will feed it to me which will make me sigh | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 5:43:22 PM | make my favorite dish
boiled potatoes and fish
with a dash of lemon pepper
can't think of anything better
unless you find the time
to sample some of mine
or better yet lets get the net
and cut this fishing line | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 5:45:11 PM | cut this fishing line
stunt the warp of time
shed a tender tear
declare it with your ear
expound on what I did
then tell it to your kids
while theres still time
cut this fishing line
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Posted: 1/17/2007 6:06:51 PM | Cut this fishing line
Then truly you are mine
We no longer need the fishing poles
You and I have found our roles
We are partners now in this dance
Together we shall find true romance
A life together is what we've found
Now my feet won't touch the ground | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 6:43:04 PM | Now my feet won't touch the ground
my inexperience provides the sound
its me and you in an emerald city
digging for gold and crimson kitties
you're very cool so sweet staccato
little leathered lace on Nelly Furtado
and I like you there tied and twisted
while I do the time for crimes you committed | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 6:48:00 PM | While I do the time for crimes you committed,
I sit here thinking , why you did it.
I will make you pay , dear man,
I will give it all back , and tell u to scram.
If this is my time, and I can bear it,
Ill make your life, a lonely fit.
Ill kiss your butt goodbye,
As you laugh,,I will cry. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 6:54:13 PM | As you laugh,,I will cry.
you kick my shins
I'll put out your eye
if this is it I'll say it right
we'll split the difference
to save our goodbye
you would do the same
if you were faster than I | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 9:27:17 PM | If you were faster than I
That would make me cry
For how we would join as lovers this night
Hold me in your arms forever tight
Well I guess that means that I need to be quicker
So I wont miss out on even a flicker
Of what you can give and what I can get
Don't give up on me, my legs haven't failed me yet | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 9:46:54 PM | don't give up on me, my legs haven't failed me
yet..it's just a bunch of left over time to paint some thing
somethinggood
would you join me?
because i'd like you're company;
it inspires..I know this sounds so hokey
but babay you the pokay
hokey-pokay me .. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 10:04:05 PM | hokey-pokay me ..
fishtail and flambe
croquet is OK
but the binging the bomb
write it down
see if I'm wrong
hum it to yourself
then stick it in a song | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 10:07:05 PM | then stick it in a song
it will be in your mind all night long
the words will twist your mind
no rest shall ye find
you'll curse the one who started this
where is he now I say with a hiss
take these words out of my head
let me go back to bed | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 10:15:14 PM | let me go back to bed
rest this rant and dream instead
taking poetic pictures of you and I
in feathered vessels on rivers of wine
a liquid lucidity in a portrait of peace
time standing still as you serenely sleep
its a dream to dream impossible dreams
even if its just words on a screen | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 10:21:31 PM | Even if its just words on a screen
They can make one feel in a place so serene
To dream of something that seems within your sight
To long for it each day and night
You feel that there is magic in the midnight air
A song or voice just takes you there
To drift away upon the words of love
A feeling that is sweeter than the coo of a dove | |
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