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  1. #21
    There is no joy
    Quite so pure
    As a happy dog
    “Fools” said I, “You do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you”
    But my words like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed in the wells of silence : Simon & Garfunkel


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  2. #22
    A spoken word
    is hardly heard,
    but when I whisper
    Last edited by Kevin; November 5th, 2012 at 08:58 PM.

  3. #23
    When I leave
    I'm leaving first
    you're stronger than I am

  4. #24
    The whole world a thief
    so it seems from my dreams. Laying
    lies thicker onto night.

  5. #25
    I agree, short and sweet, one to put to bed in your memory...

  6. #26
    One country, many states;
    of mind, place
    and ultimate fates.
    There is no life I know
    To compare with pure imagination.
    Living there you’ll be free
    If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka

  7. #27
    I ran from her to other arms only to return, I cut a swathe of careless harm right through her early life and all the while I acted like I was in such strife...

    she

    left

  8. #28
    My black dog dashed off
    into the night like a shadow
    lost to the larger darkness
    Last edited by Joella; November 10th, 2012 at 09:26 PM.

  9. #29
    We haven't eaten turkey and they're shoving Christmas down our throats,
    and when we're wearing bathing suits, they sell us winter coats.
    Make the puppets dance: the retailers' favorite boast.

  10. #30
    Sometimes I sigh for all the good old days
    So early why must my shop be ablaze
    But then I find ruin if I fall behind.
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