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Twisted whys under clear blue skies,
interpretations, run away imaginations. Justification, viewed as a mind's fixation. seemingly teasing, or forever pleasing. no rhyme or reason, only the flavored session. What act of conscious thoughts, fragmented into mere parts. Twisted whys under clear blue skies......... |
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Wishing you fullfilled dreams |
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more please
i ain't gotta scuby when it comes to poetry but i like to read it
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more please i ain't gotta scuby when it comes to poetry but i like to read it
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A wonderful poem T..
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like it.
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I once was lost, then I was found.
Now I am back writing, hanging around. Life is a puzzle, with some pieces lost, or mis-layed. Here in this world where we've all played, and paid. Thanks for all the replies,,,you folks rock....
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loving the happy you
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