If I could care and love you, how sweet the story would be, a family united for all the world to see. you call me and we talk for hours you listen about my day you want to come and be part of us you yearn for it to be that way. I could try to learn to love you and I could hold your weary head but... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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