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as leaf does spin and fall to earth, the ground prepares for her rebirth. the trees allow for subtle sigh whilst wind in whisper does reply. his gentle breath commands the air to braid his spirit through her hair and intertwine the forest floor about her beauty as decor. new moon, he fastens to her soul bejewelled as he inverts the bowl; the planets whirl, the sun does rise and all is captured in her eyes. amidst the light, her dark ascends like sun with rain reflects in blend. for Daddy `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 17sept04

Riddle

Too Late

Who does democracy speak for&;#063;

For King and Country &;#063;

For murdered Polish priest - Father Jerzy Popieluszkos.

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The trouble with love is that it's just too complicated...

A lover spurned.