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Sands Of Time
Contributed by
Balmain_Tiger
on
Monday, 22nd January 2007 @ 04:45:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The pleasure of love can hurt
I recall the times when a flirt
All emotions free and gay
Through our life, dreams of play
My smile thickens long and fast
To keep this time always to last
In my hand it seems as sand
Before too long all goes bland.
Through my time I now know
Where the sand really did go.
Fallen true, but never lost
It sits idle, like compost
Gather some from time to time
Sprinkle near your forever rhyme
Watch your memories grow strong
And how they last so very long.
Now when I gather sand
I happily hold it in my hand
Now the sand falls to accumulate
For me to use when next I date.
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Balmain_Tiger
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2007-01-22 16:45:22]
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Re: Sands Of Time
(User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on
Monday, 22nd January 2007 @ 07:28:38 PM AEST
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I love the optimism held herein...
"Now when I gather sand
I happily hold it in my hand
Now the sand falls to accumulate
For me to use when next I date."
Know that in my esteem she'll be a lucky lady...tiger...teehee
BigLove
~KerryLynne
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Re: Sands Of Time
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by SavagePoet on
Wednesday, 24th January 2007 @ 11:41:10 PM AEST
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| I don't know about you dude but with me I try to use the lesson of my last encounter and always manage to stuff up the next one again and again. Maybe I need to use some manure (Bull *****) instead of compost. |
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