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Dear Miss Bliss Bloomers oh sorry that is me. Passionflower
i am so low incarnate and in my bloggles too yes you are right it is a poem and that poetry by the moody blues really struck me differently as i typed it out. Eevn the name Moody Blues has more meaning.... i love that kind of thing. Dana Miss Bliss Bloomer Face
Those are some the great all-time lyrics. I liked your poem (??) too.
Posted by on May 30, 2004 at 11:56 PM (link)
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mysteria
on June 2, 2004 at 10:52 PM
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Passionate Platter thank you for your comments and reading the
snail trails left by my mind. I too am forever vundering my dah-link, what on this good green and blue earth has the world gotten itself into? I believe you know much about beyond. The way there is by asking questions and loving you and yours in the meantime.
"Nights in white satin, never reaching the end." Okay, I'd been gazing at people too, some hand in hand and still - I can't understand why this world is still intent on handcuffs and hand granades.
and besides hand grenades, kool-aid mixed with cyanide. . .
Posted by on June 1, 2004 at 10:29 AM (link)
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mysteria
on June 2, 2004 at 10:46 PM
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Moon u write so a la poetical it feels as though you have bestowed
a love spell upon me. A spell that speaks to my love and my love is understanding. Thank You
To Sir Wit Love
Trying to move at the speed
of light. So much to understand and so much desire to catch up on the lost years. Escape velocity has been reached and now you are free from the darkness and move more and more into the light.
Posted by on June 1, 2004 at 10:26 AM (link)
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mysteria
on June 2, 2004 at 10:39 PM
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and besides hand grenades, kool-aid mixed with cyanide. . .
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RICKYJFICO_PASSIONTHRU_U
on June 1, 2004 at 10:30 AM
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"Nights in white satin, never reaching the end." Okay, I'd been gazing at people too, some hand in hand and still - I can't understand why this world is still intent on handcuffs and hand granades.
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RICKYJFICO_PASSIONTHRU_U
on June 1, 2004 at 10:29 AM
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Trying to move at the speed
of light. So much to understand and so much desire to catch up on the lost years. Escape velocity has been reached and now you are free from the darkness and move more and more into the light.
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Moondawg
on June 1, 2004 at 10:26 AM
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Eccentric Shock It is fun to imagine your photo on Arial's Page
as I hear from you. I am very lucky in that my imagination is vivid and lit-up like the globe from a satellite's persective..
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mysteria
on May 31, 2004 at 1:17 PM
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She's my mysteria girl;)
I can hear you
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EccentricShock
on May 31, 2004 at 11:19 AM
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Those are some the great all-time lyrics. I liked your poem (??) too.
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Passionflower
on May 30, 2004 at 11:56 PM
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very nice
probably the first poem I've read which quoted the Moody Blues and didn't make me think, "pretentious!" tg
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tbgroucho
on May 30, 2004 at 7:02 PM
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hi mysteria
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Schatz
on May 30, 2004 at 4:21 PM
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