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| deb |
i love rainstorms with light breezes and sunny skies peeking through the charcoal clouds... it speaks of a promise i cannot tell, but i know this: a miracle is coming... i can FEEL it on the wind- pumpkins topple on the porch as thin whips of smoke curl up from chimney tops, that heavenly aroma of burning firewood mingling with crisp autumn air- perfection in a day |
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| sixfingers | I never met a hamburger i didn't eat... | 030105 |
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| kenny rogers feelin groovy |
Tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high Tore my mind on Jagged sky I just dropped in to see What Condition my Condition was in |
030105 |
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| celestias shadow |
they cry like a four-year-old who has just dropped his ice cream cone they split like a tree violated by lightning they rupture like a silent earthquake leaving me drenched and lonely |
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