Diaper Bag Roses
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Three roses for her mother, / she cut them fresh today. / Put them in her diaper bag / and then she drove away / / Beautiful child of mine30 lines, 16 comments, on May 9 1:14 PM 2007
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I AM A...I AM...I
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Winter is finally leaving, / gracefully he takes a bow / His icey voice is singing / a happy melody now. / / His hard work is finally over
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I Am A... / / Daughter yet a mother. / Mother yet a friend. / Wife, yet a mistress. / / I Am... / / Intriguing, but somet
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I once was a man, I had a great life, / family, friends, a beautiful wife. / A wonderful job, drove a great car, / all of that ended, one n
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Death called my name thrice, / Solemnly, I kept quiet, / willing him to leave. / Flesh, I gave for his retreat, / empty bones, his gift to me. /12 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 7 8:59 AM 2007
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Individuality's unique style, / to write like this you tweak and tweak. / Freak out!, that word don't rhyme. / My temper's short, now at it23 lines, 6 comments, on May 29 3:07 PM 2007. In Humor
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My husband the fisherman, / his favorite past time. / Just give him a hook, / a pole and some line. / One beautiful night, / to the ocean w
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tiny spectrums of light invisible to the eye26 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 2 5:56 PM 2007. In Life
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Please, please don't shoot!
I've been shot eight times before,9 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 22 12:09 AM 2007. In Humor
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Have you ever thought, why we're created so.19 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 24 5:00 PM 2007
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The crack in her face, sealed tight now, / with embalming glue, a permanent lip-balm, / yet lacking of shine or moisture, colourless, / as5 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 26 8:29 AM 2007
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I no longer wear dark shades,
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'Neath the dust now
from which ye came -
Creative mind, heart of gold,
now dry in ink, her story's told.
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