| Open Poetry #22 |
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Time Flies |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon
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I went through the house setting all the clocks ahead, ahead, ahead just ticks without a tock. Time flies...healings done cryings over...I've no time. So what my life is passing this is not a crime. With the hours flying by I'm not haunted anymore you're forgotten...life goes on tomorrow I'll change the clocks some more. WhiteRose "The first rule of poetry, write what you know." |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed ![]() |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very cool Cold hands means a warm heart |
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garysgirl![]() ![]()
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
WhiteRose, I enjoyed this. There really doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day, does it...but there will be another day....for some, anyway. Thanks for sharing your time. With Love, Ethel |
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mpt Junior Member
since 2001-07-22
Posts 32australia |
very nice if only we could just turn the time forward to forget about the hurt which only time heals ![]() Though dreams can be deceiving |
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