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Later Day, Mail Call
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Later Day, Mail Call |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York 
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A day I live a day i die i begin with then and end with now i live now, what happens later a life unknown a smile unforgiven a past left amiss rain without a cloud possible turns to impossible or even the other way around i am too young, I am too old lost, weepy sorrowful town living unhole living in stress living no knowing, not sure and confused sadness, happiness and joy are all arranged anger, love and temptation ENVELOPE- STAMP-MAILBOX-TRUCK- AIRPORT-TRUCK MAILBOX-HAND-FINGERS-TEARING-OPEN ANF HERE I AM |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Keep sending those letters, it keeps the mail carriers working. Smile, Kellie, for tomorrow is going to be another sunny day.  |
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Miah Senior Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 1062Pennsylvania |
Cool poem!  |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Kellie, And then there is tomorrow! Up is such a good direction.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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