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You dreadful mirror, / upon my wall. / You said my crows-feet / weren't noticeable at all. / You said my figure, / wasn't half bad. / Not11 lines, 4 comments, on May 10 12:44 PM 2007. In Humor
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A child so young and tender, / You were only ten and five. / Innocent love you rendered, / and became my father's wife. / Too young to be a mother, / you found yourself with me. / Like a prisoner, with no par
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Created in his image, / so the bible says. / Equal in perfection, / no-one...no more, no less. / Each beat our heart does make, / it skips
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I remember tiny finger prints,
sticky smudges on my walls29 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 30 11:01 AM 2007 -
An angel spread his wings,
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Very intelligent... the writer of big, fancy words.
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