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Love's Purl She knits time on a rocking chair beside a hearth and with each purl of warmth counts the worth. As the icy winds swirl about on the outside She sews her memory quilt, from the inside Such storms, she's weathered in the past Knitting her hopes, that are hopefully her last Believing her chair would squeak no more If only her hopes, came knocking at her door. When the winds of an ice storm decide to rage It rips through her story...... to it's last page she can hears the sound of love fate's laughter Tearing from the last page... "Happily Ever After" repost 1/23/2009, I have changed handles and am closing down the original. Wanted to save a few of my writings. Sorry for any inconvience. |
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9/4/2009 1:26 pm |
Thanks jiminy.
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