Posted: 7/13/2002 12:05:48 AM EDT
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Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow, Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain-- But what if I heard my first love calling me again? Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam, Take me far away to the hills that hide your home: Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door-- But what if I heard my first love calling me once more? .....The Flight by Sara Teasdale |
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Well, ain't dat shweeet!! Looks like ole limpwrist got his fairy duster out and is sprinkling his fairy dust all over the board. Hate to burst your bubble there imbro but I doubt that poem was written for homolove so you can forget about sending it to your boyfriend in jail. |
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Quoted: Well, ain't dat shweeet!! Looks like ole limpwrist got his fairy duster out and is sprinkling his fairy dust all over the board. Hate to burst your bubble there imbro but I doubt that poem was written for homolove so you can forget about sending it to your boyfriend in jail. Imbro, just make sure she likes kettle corn. If she doesn't, she ain't worth your time. [:D] |
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Quoted: Quoted: Well, ain't dat shweeet!! Looks like ole limpwrist got his fairy duster out and is sprinkling his fairy dust all over the board. Hate to burst your bubble there imbro but I doubt that poem was written for homolove so you can forget about sending it to your boyfriend in jail. Imbro, just make sure she likes kettle corn. If she doesn't, she ain't worth your time. [:D] And my step daughter calls me mean!!! |
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Allow me to post my idea of a 'love' poem: [size=4]The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner[/size=4] by Randall Jarrell From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. Eric The('LoveOfCountry'ThatIs!)Hun[>]:)] |
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Quoted: .....The Flight by Sara Teasdale if i have made, my lady, intricate imperfect various things chiefly which wrong your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail) songs less firm than your body's whitest song upon my mind - if i have failed to snare the glance too shy - if through my singing slips the very skillful strangeness of your smile the keen primeval silence of your hair -let the world say "his most wise music stole nothing from death" - you only will create (who are so perfectly alive)my shame: lady through whose profound and fragile lips the sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul... e.e. cummings my apologies to ee for using his words without attribution, and if the visual presentation of his words are imperfect, knowing he was a painter and a poet... |
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Quoted: Quoted: GAW = [b]'Girl at work'[/b] in Imbroglioese, as in getting a jones going for a girl you work with! Eric The(Savant)Hun[>]:)] If you're unemployed, and your girl is at your work, doesn't that imply her unemployment as well?? |