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You are so missed. I pop by every so often to peek ...
Miss you dear soul.  ~Pamela 
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damn I miss you

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to let you know you are missed. 
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Hope all is well with you....Check in would ya? I miss ya!!!
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Iggy...
I freakin miss you...nuff said...
♥Becky♥
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preacher was talkin...theres a sermon he gave...he said every mans conscience is vile and depraved...you cannot depend on it to be your guide...when its you who must keep it satisfied...it aint easy to swallow...it sticks in your throat.....shes go,e with the man in the long black coat
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Pamela A Lamppa : Wishin you all the best this Holdiay Season and every day Miss your poetry my friend. on December 20, 2008
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Somehow I find myself far out of line
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues
that colored those days.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.
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in the swirling curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast .. with reptile tongue the lightning lashes towers built to last .. darkness creeps in like a thief and offer no relief .. why are you shaking like a leaf
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we've been together so long -- i hope it wasn't just the drugs -- what happened to the energy we had -- the morning glories and the rodeo hugs? -- and i know you like the back of my hand -- with a stamp that says i paid to get in -- and yes i am your television show -- and you're the nicest place i've ever been ---- let's just get naked ---- just for a laugh ---- lets just get naked ---- it wouldn't be so bad ---- lets just get naked ---- it's a trip and a half.......
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when you're ready we can share the wine...call me...Oo he speaks the languages of love...Oo amore chiamami chiamami...Oo appelle moi mon cheri appelle moi...any time, any place, anywhere, anyway.....
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spit slick lips fondle my high in foreign tongue. the echo's hard, stainless throb humping lament; pump submission fucked soft, tortured darkly sweet. pale filth screwed breathless covet's furied sting...
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If at first you don't succeed
Kick um in the teeth and take their damn bottle...
That'll show em who the fuck the man is...
I be missin you...
♥Becky♥
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people say i'm charming..people say i'm alarming..people can feel the disturbance around me..i don't care what they say they see....i'm the dust in your broom..100 proof everclear..i'm the crack in your celing..thump you think you hear..i'm a 3am phone call..tank of gasoline..i'm a siren stoppin at the end of your street....i am what i am...i am the back door slam
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she's like a chemical..though you try to stop it she's like a narcotic..you wanna torture her..you wanna talk to her===>out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin..you put your passion out under the pressure pin..fall into submission..hit & run transmission....no use wishing now for any other sin
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no sex..no..drugs..no wine..no women..no fun..no sin..no you..no wonder it's dark......everyonr around me is a total stranger..everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger....everyone
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its a good thing i dont miss you.
(that was a lie if you couldn't tell)
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Aye.
So, you're my favorite poet.
And I've read all your old poems.
And I've definetly noticed a lack of new ones.
Why don't you post anymore?
...did you die? ;[
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OK so who's there?
Texas girls gone bad...LMAO.
Where in the hell are you? Here one day and gone the next...
I am missing you something terrible
Post something already...I need an Iggy fix!!!
I am going to hold my breath until you post something
 ♫ ♫ ♫ ♂ ♀
Becky 
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anybody here...seen my old friend abraham...can you tell me where he's gone....
he's hanging out with Iggy and it seems the good they get done...i just looked around and he's gone....lol
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Knock Knock!!! stopping by to see how you been but your not here  Hope all is ok. 
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your job is a mail man - come on then mate, post me a poem
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where ya been brothr, where ya goin'?
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swoop swoop......oh, baby rock rock.....swoop swoop.....rock rock......
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And if you want a drink
Just squeeze my hand
And wine will flow into the land
And feed my lambs
For I am a mirror
I can reflect the moon
I will write songs for you
I'll be your silver spoon
I'm sorry I took your time
I am the poem that doesn't rhyme
Just turn back a page
I'll waste away.....
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There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
He thinks he's Hank Williams hear him singing through the door
There's a girl in 203,who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be
There are lots of special people staying in or passing through
And for one thing or another,committed to Parkview
There's a girl in 307,coming down on thorazine
And a superstar's ex-drummer trying to kick benzedrine
They wake us about 6:30,just before the morning meal
While they're taking blood pressure,they ask us how we feel
And I always say fantastic there ain't nothing wrong with me
And then they give me my injection and i go right back to sleep
The days are kind of foggy and the nights are dreamy too
But they're taking good care of me,committed to Parkview.
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El cario que te tengo
No te lo puedo negar
Se me sale la babita
Yo no lo puedo evitar
...heehee
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Closing Time
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME
I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.
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Love your new pic, too, Alice

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i know a room full of musical tunes. some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork. let's go into the other room and make them work...
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What the hell is that profile picture of on your page...
I have been staring at it for hours now and still cannot figure it out.
Although it could be what's inside my head...*grin A whole lotta nothin'
Thanks for all of your comments
Becky 
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se para collo pou eine toe bar
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thinking about you, Alice...
you have been quiet lately 
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have you heard the news - lou reed has been asked to be the new james bond 
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happy birthday, Alice...

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Melodies : HAPPY BIRTHDAY... YAY YAY YAY! on February 24, 2008
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http://allpoetry.com/home/option/set_alltrophy
i will leave it here in case you need it again.
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my my...you are on today, aren't you...
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...stay little valentine, stay.......each day is valentine's day... hope your was happy
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Leaving  and a small piece of my  for your page.
Thinking about you
Becky 
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i'm pissed 'cause i can't send you a message or comment! and i've got alot to say!lol
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ooooooo.....i need a dirty woman.....ooooooo i need a dirty girl
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'if i were alone, i would cry...and if i were with you, i'd be home and dry...and if i go insane, will you still let me join in with the game?...if i were a swan i'd be gone...if i were a train, i'd be late again.'
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you've got mail 
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Happy New Year, to the sweetest of spice. it's my pleasure to dream...
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Missing my secret admirer something awful...
Happy New year hun...and may all the blessings you desire fall at your door...
Love
~Cheryl~
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