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First Sighht
Contributed by
stuart_wilson
on
Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 08:28:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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A crowd of eights, motionless, grey
Like rolling waves in November.
No white horse to catch the eye
No memory to remember.
Suddenly a flash appears
Eyes caught by the glimmer
Between the eights a nine or ten
Amongst the grey, a shimmer.
This time the sun will shine
Waves will crash and horses tumble
She is the one
She will make me humble
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2002-09-18 20:28:53]
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Re: First Sighht
(User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on
Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 11:48:01 AM AEST
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