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I sit and write what ever comes to mind. Hours go by and I am still at rhyme. On Paper I put sonnets of my soul. My life is open for all to know. Sonnets of my soul live forever more at last. Each one a piece of the puzzle, my past. |
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Awards This page still under construction. |
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Please check back soon. There is more to come. About Me GuestBook Awards Links OtherPoets Credits Contact Suzzane Bliss 2001 |
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