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| Never Tell by tamara peterson Retreat Like bird of flock From many who adorn Your secrets that withheld inside To keep summer '95 Insane by tamara peterson My mind A swirlin' pool of thoughts to be and not; I do not not know when i shall know And not. summer '95 Never Again by tamara peterson Slipping Slowly through your Fingers... no more grasping On to all the dreams that never come To be. summer '95 The Woman I Am by Glen Allen The woman i am hides deep in me Beneath the woman i seem to be. she hides away from the stranger's eye she is not known to the passer-by. she goes her way, the woman i seem, but the woman i am withdraws to dream! the woman i seem goes carelessly - when love goes by does not seem to see. but the woman i am knows sudden fear... and hides more deeply when love draws near! for love might look closely perhaps... and see her beneath the woman i seem to be! (although this is not a piece that i wrote, i feel that i can relate to this poem) A Poem To A Friend by tamara peterson april 22, 1996 Never, never look at my eyes! They'll tell you things that i dispise. They're things i think, i must disguise my eyes from you, my dear! Never, never look at my eyes! They'll tell you things you'll want to hear, So look at my nose, my mouth, my ears, But never, never look at my eyes! (my friend from hi-skewl lives by this poem!) (heee, heee. enjoy!) |
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