| My Thoughts...Peoms...Stories |
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| Roses are sweet but they are not as sweet as thou kisses. In the even when we lay intertwined in each others arms. It's like a dream I never wish to awake from. But alas the morn light comes and a new day begins. You awake me every morn the same with a loving kiss. As you hurry out the door. I lay there... wondering is this a dream...to be so blissfully happy to be with my one true love...if this is all a dream...please do not wake me. Let me sleep on forever so this dream will never end. |
| ESR 6/11/01 |
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