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Just can’t shake it
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Just can’t shake it |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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Just can’t shake it < !signature-->a young tender sun shone warm when I was fourteen it was then for the first time I was dropped into abeyance that’s right into the flickering of loves gathering grasp your caressing green eyes were as bright and clear as the skies of September and I knew right then I had to have them forever now so much time has passed I wonder where its years have gone last night I felt you flutter as I hovered through lingering song I saw the days when we gathered chestnuts and I shined them on my jacket still suspended o’er where those times had gone and left us and how it came to matter yet your song just kept on playing Writing isn't just something I do... it's something I am... To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my greatest delight... [Marge Tindal] [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 10-13-2000).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Ah, exquisite - both in words, and the memories they bring back for me! You know I kept those shiny smooth chestnuts in a row on my windowsill for many years! Now, decades later, I don't know where they've gone, but I do know where YOU are! You were, are, and ever will be MY tender sweet sun - the light of my life, my dearest! Thank you. Thank you. With all my love, your wife, Rosemary |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Hey you two, this is beautiful, you poem is gorgeous lucky and your reply Rosemary is melting. All the best to you both Maree "If my words could blanket the skies and fill every corner and crevice of this earth, still this won't be enough" "Maree Russo" |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
RJ... over 35 years of love... what can I say... You remembered those chestnuts. I love you dearest. much mush, dale Maree, many thanks, i'm sure you all know she's the best. Your all pretty rightous yourselves. much love, dale Writing isn't just something I do... it's something I am... To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my greatest delight... ~"Ma |
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