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Forty-eight hours of beauty
Forty-eight hours of graceby Dreamweaver 6 lines, 12 comments, on Apr 9 10:43 AM 2007
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Once upon a time, a very, very long time ago, a beautiful white bird was flying the northern skies. It was a harsh time and the ground belo
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It was a warm mid-summer’s day. Gypsy-lee was happily playing her make believe games in the garden. She was called Gypsy-lee becauseby Dreamweaver 17 lines, on Apr 6 12:50 AM 2007
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The Little Robin
It was winter. The snow was falling quite heavily. Like a million fairy dances falling to the ground. They made no sound -
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Now You've Gone
Quietly I sitby Dreamweaver 61 lines, 19 comments, on Jan 20 1:08 AM 2007
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Memories
The hourglass has all but run out of sandby Dreamweaver 20 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 17 11:50 AM 2007 -
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Hello. What's this. What's this you have handed to me.
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by Dreamweaver 34 lines, 15 comments, on Aug 4 4:54 PM 2006. In Adult
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by Dreamweaver 28 lines, 39 comments, on Jul 11 4:27 AM 2006. In Love
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Quietly she sits there listening
To songs he will no longer singby Dreamweaver 28 lines, 18 comments, on Apr 24 3:50 AM 2006. In Sad -
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It was a cold mid-winter night in ’53. Snow was falling steadily outside as the three children huddled about their Mother’s knee before the glowing coal fire. Tby Dreamweaver 83 lines, 24 comments, on Feb 11 11:54 AM 2006. In Love
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Lawd, its me talkin'
callin' up a storm fo' you -
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A single lock of hair
is all that remains -
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Senses aroused.
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A Maori Legend
One day, Tanemahuta, God of the forest was walking among his children, the trees, and he noticed that they were very ill. Something was eatin -
My name is Max Polaroid. We met at Mini Bucket’s funeral.by Dreamweaver 43 lines, 31 comments, on Jan 2 2:04 PM 2006. In Spiritual
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The Plot Thickens And So Does The Weedby Dreamweaver 34 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 31 1:45 AM 2005. In Spiritual
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The Plot Thickens And So Does The Weed
Part Iby Dreamweaver 76 lines, 10 comments, on Dec 29 8:46 PM 2005. In Spiritual -
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In the enchanted land of magical faeries and elves, there lived a beautiful faerie named Lauren. She was a Princess among all the faeries and lived in the p
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I'm just hangin'around
Waiting for the misletoe
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