On The Road With God
Faith is the presence between God and man . It grows with each step we take .
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Empty Escape
I’m going where it’s quiet and peaceful, The only place where I can be alone,
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dddk 9 - looking for lancelot
if anyone can find the prof surely it's dame nellie?
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The Wind
The brisk winter breezes Chill my bear skin, Almost to say, Your heart's in the wind You said that you loved me, You told me it's true, But then why would I find her, Cheating with you?
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The Disturbed
I became lost in my words they lifted me, they guided me, they whispered everything and I know about who I was and who I would become.
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Shyness Criminally Vulgar Part 1
February 14, 1997 Dear Daddy, I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re healthy and I hope everyone is okay over there. I always tell god
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Don't Cry
At a funeral, Why does everyone cry?
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Her touches are like snow icicles
Her touches are like snow icicles Tongue tickling wisps of frozen light Each fingertip is an isotonic particle A throbbing cosmos of winter—delight Her dock leaf strokes nettle wet kisses
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Chapter 5- Have I lost my Mind?
I was almost to the den when I heard something up ahead. Beau said he would meet me here around nine thirty, but it was only eight. Maybe he had come early to surprise me.
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Our love is like a little Jenny wren
Call me she said; call me to bed And say that our love isn’t dead. “So I called her—softly. And I said. Come—lay dear” where we wed.
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