Blogs > onewhoyoudonotkn > Deliberately over the line |
Some one ask me to do this. And since I don’t do this, I will keep it short Ticking time, cold wind days, powder snow on frozen lakes, the highway glistens in my wake. Exit this and road way that, Are they like us in towns I pass? Or do they lie and groan the night that never ends with morning light. Have they no one to rush to, the way I’m rushing now to you. I think not as I glance back; they arnt like us in towns I pass. Thanks ..Doug |
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1/22/2006 6:23 am |
Ok, so is this poetic code for you are on your way to her??????
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1/22/2006 7:38 am |
Doug, That is great...wonderful...I really like this.
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Nice Doug, very nice! Ann
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1/22/2006 2:07 pm |
Doug, With Smile of Child, With Think of Man.... Good work, Friend!!! HUGSSSSSS KORALLINDA
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