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Alone I walk to the church on your wedding day.
I still can’t believe that you gave yourself away.
48 lines, 30 comments,
on Apr 9 10:50 AM 2006. In Sad, Adult, Dark
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Gold wings
flutter, tasting
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When bursting out of the kitchen comes my youngest son.
Carrying a mischievous smile, I hope he didn’t find his squirt gun.
29 lines, 21 comments,
on Aug 13 3:20 PM 2006. In Humor
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80 lines, 18 comments,
on Mar 18 4:10 PM 2007. In Adult, Erotica
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Grandbabies. / I never knew how much I would care / For those romping little kids / With wild wavy hair. / That play with their toys and garbage can lids. / They have more fun with pots and pans
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