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There is a time I'm filled with glee,
When your look calms the raging sea,
-When my ship from your shore flee,-
I know tomorrow one we'll be.

I long for times when we shall lie
-And forget past years gone by-
On summer's eve and light field like fire-fly,
Until it is our time to die.

I dream us dreaming under wheeping tree-
For it wheeps for you and me-
For, too, that it does not see
Love for itself nor that my dream is yet decree.

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The following comments are for "Call It Whatever"
by mj20300

There go those gremlins again mj!
Hi your work...but the rhyming on this one seems a bit forced...rhyme for rhyme's sake!
Also, you have a typo...weep is not spelled "wheep".

Those gremlins seem to have invaded your keyboard as well as mine!

Merry Christmas!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: December 18, 2009 )

Same issues - my friend. Grammar and misspelling are a bane to you. Too bad - you have a wonderful poetic voice - work on editing.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: December 19, 2009 )

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