Mum in a million
To my partner A mother Devoted protector Guardian like no other She gave me my dreams Watching them grow Seeing to their needs Dispelling they’re lows First day of school
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My Man Is...
Sweet; knows how to make me laugh at the perfect times. Understands that there are some things that are hard for me, and that reassuring me doesn’t always work; I need to do some stuff on my own.
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A Gilded Run
Her father built the cage out of wood he had brought home stealthily over several weeks. It was a basic wooden structure with a side door closed by a simple wooden latch.
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Fly or fall
How can I feel so whole inside and also empty, so warm thinking bout you all the time and yet so cold, I'm not even sure that I should write this cause I don't want to make you worry,
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LIFE IN THE SILICON WOODS
I have a good cabin: I built it not with hammer and nails but by filling it with books and blankets, posters, plates and silver-ware, by fending off rival hominids
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Where are you?
Where are you? I think of you in that damp garden Secluded by sandstone wall in suburban lane, Or in the park with the purple rhododendrons Reflected in the lake 'neath the plopping rain.
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IF...JOHNNY DEPP SHOULD GRACE THE ROOM
If I were of female persuasion And perchance at some occasion, Johnny Depp should grace the room Would I stumble, would I swoon? Would a blush creep up my face? Would my pulse begin to race?
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Saturday Sonnet: Little Proverb
If there’s a name for you, it is pronounced In whispers, in a tongue we speak no more; A tongue that’s only used to write the lore Of sacred things, and books of past accounts.
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