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dream lilies, velvet reflection,
swans singing their sighful song;
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The making of a woman is not a mundane thing
no such a borrowed rib kerfuffle,
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Who dares to venture
into the room at the top of the stairs
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Nothing excites me more
than a hard working man
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He had his wand behind his back, and I giggled, for he could have hid it inside his handkerchief, but now he looked like a butler, waiting
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walking on the beach oh how we love it
while the sun shines brightly rolling by
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In my heart I plant a seed unknown to the mind what be
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Chromatic discharge in the fields of aura The Aureate gold crust is gilded
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And now September’s leaves transpose,
Immortal still - the changing moon.
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by An Old Codger
21 lines, 12 comments,
on Sep 21 11:06 PM. In Contest, Picture prompt, Thoughts, Imagery, Creative, Life, Love, Aging, Family
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by An Old Codger
19 lines, 12 comments,
on Sep 21 8:35 PM. In Angst, Big points, Creative, Dark, Emotions, Feelings, Imagery, Life, Pain, Sad
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