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The summerdays
were never too warm,
I was left cold inside still.
And here comes September,
he has caught me
without enough logs
for the fireplace.

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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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by peterpaulino

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This is like one of your lovely poems Peter. h.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 30, 2004 )





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