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charmedchaos.com
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| | | | | Though men have tried to tame her And others have tried to keep Her heart locked up in a boxShe'll never abstain for she will dance nude in summer rains~So if you love her, Remember her nameShe, a Wildling Gypsy Rose dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #96 Wild Monday | |
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flashlightbatteries.blog
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| | | | | before the stars rise you and I benched before beauty breathing bliss us, just together, side by side seaside stretched our heartbeats synch to the drumbeat rolling waves waves rolling our sunset doesn't need words holding your hand is a forever-changing color always warm © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join a friendly group of poets on... | |
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flashlightbatteries.blog
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| | | | | My words were inspired by this nourishing song, The River, written and performed by Coco Love Alcorn. Please give it a listen. river's spirit sings rhythm without age it knows flow where to go it helps me trust the way with eyes closed, receiving I open to the waterway joining streamlets, runnels, rivulets rushing away... | |
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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | _______ you are a saute old fellow whether gussy(sacked) up in wine, ivory, gold yellow, or tastefully seen in green! _______ quite pungently romantic and amorously aromatic (though slippery-skinned) you require running water and sharp knife to cut in fast as salsa dance partner with hot peppers or garlic. _______ as sweet layers peel off,... | ||
