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How do we look,
For Mr./ Ms. Right?
When most don't know,
What is right.

Or even wrong!

When did our society,
Go so wrong?
Looking for a person,
Instead of letting them,
Just come along.

How did we all forget,
The words to the song?
Not just any song,
That helped us belong.

But instead,
The song.
Which in-traced our hearts,
To sing along....
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niobe:
Thanks. smile
danipoo:
I'm in Germany. Go Air Force....ppfffftt..
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Adding the multiplication,

From the division.

Which one holds,

My true perception?


Leaving the other,

My haunted reflection!






SPOILERS! (Click to view)

His mind is ready,

Lead astray.

Making his heart,

Bound in a day.

Leaving his emotions,

Open as prey.


For women,

Can become,

A ruthless beast.

And from broken dreams,

The serpents' friends,

Will feast.


You must stay,

On constant vigilance.

From...
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meow:
Thanks for the comment on my MR set! kiss

miao!!
meow:
Columbus! smile

miao!!
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An Idea



how long can love,

be truly so blind.

before one will start,

to lose there mind.



is the real person,

who we see.

or just who that,

we wish could be.



for while nobody,

can reach the best.

settling for less,

must come to a rest.



some just need,

to see past there greed.

when they have,

the best they need.



while others,...
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n8tvegrl:
Well, there are some of us random people who understand the magnitude of your sacrifice and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of it. I had some important people in my life who were destroyed by Vietnam and I understand that even if you're lucky enough to come home there's a part that's broken.

I'm not usually that sappy but vets have a special place in my heart. blush
n8tvegrl:
I have my moments... the rest of the time I'm a pain in the ass.

confused
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The Lonely Sunset



As another day,

Fads to gray.

It must first fashion,

All the colors of passion.



With a blue,

So true.

Like the bond in our hearts,

That no one can tear apart.



Brilliant shades of red,

Like a rose without an end.

Just as the love we both hold,

Will never grow old.



And a color as the nectar,

Of an orange's...
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raynne:
thanks for the compliment biggrin
raynne:
That poem is also beautiful
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AN IMAGE OF ONES-SELF


The dew,

In the mirror.

Are the memories,

Which I fear.



All though,

Instead of clearing.

The resemblance,

Is smearing.



Though the image,

I see.

I know,

To be me.



It is troubling,

Not to see.

The man,

I wanted to be.



So as denial,

It sets in.

I wipe,

Yet again.



As my image,

I start to hate.

I know...
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raynne:
that's beautiful...
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ah, a blog. I have never really used one of these things, mostly because I find them at times pointless. Because most of the world doesn't care what you think unless you agreeing with them, directly arguing with them, or telling them how bad your life is vicariously making them feel better. Unless your telling people there horoscope, then a few people care. So I'm...
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