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10/4/2013 11:15:40 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	What is the color of darkness??? If you close your eyes Will you see it If you dream a dream Will you be it If you open your eyes Will your day be bright Or do you need someone to show you the light To see all the colors in the darkest of night It takes a good friend to help shine the light..... Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
10/4/2013 11:59:09 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	There's my little pumpkin ...all carved and cute as can be The centerpiece of my table ...for all the world see He may be just a Jack-O-Lantern ...for one special day But in my thoughts and memories ...he will always stay.
10/4/2013 12:05:14 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Good one Ms Cup......
10/4/2013 12:29:24 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Why, thank you, kind suh. Yore embellishments are evah so precious to mah heart ... and just makes my ambulator go pitter-pat. As mah dear old Daddy used to say: "You can tell a real man and gentleman by the way he sits his saddle." I am most obliged that Daddy was such a grand old gentleman and that he was willin' ta share those words with his only child.
10/5/2013 8:50:31 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011
10/5/2013 8:59:50 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Words that fall from this tree Come from the very heart of me Knowing all is not meant to be Emotions carried out to sea Washed with tides of sweet serenity.
10/5/2013 9:49:06 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Life can pass us by too fast Reach out before all there is left are Footprints in the sand
10/5/2013 12:50:03 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	(this post has been flagged as inappropriate, sorry.)
10/5/2013 1:07:30 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
kennylooking4u Victorville, CA 57, joined Dec. 2010	On top of Ole Smokey Where nobody goes I saw Annie Oakley Without any clothes Along came a Ranger And took off his vest When he saw Annie Oakley He took off the rest... Don't shoot me Annie,I was only playing!
10/6/2013 12:47:28 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	That distant look is in your eyes I thought with time you'd realize It's not the way I choose to live And something some where's gotta give You know I'd fight for you but how could I fight someone who isn't even there I've had this conversation with you now I want the best of you I don't care if that's not fair Think of me and I'll be there You should know how I feel Many words I have revealed There are times it seems to me I'm sharing you with memories Then there's times you look at me As though I'm all that you could see......
10/6/2013 6:04:09 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Baby I'm yours,just say the word Songs of wisdom that is heard Look at me and see what's true What on earth I'd do for you Stupid is as stupid does life on earth and full of love And even after years, I need you when You jilted me, now and again I'll never go, I'm standing here Lost in time now c'mere.......
10/6/2013 3:33:35 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Go!... Flow. ... Row! ... Joe. ...
10/7/2013 11:07:59 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Whisper gently in my ear, a simple whisper A whisper that speaks louder than words Your voice, my love, I will listen In my heart, it always whispers
10/8/2013 1:03:09 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I'm trying to remember the view Of a photo that I took of you So, I got out the album today To recall how you looked that day You had on a pair of white shorts On the beach of our Kona resort And a flower print Hawaiian top You found earlier at a small shop No shoes just your tiny bare feet I remember, my heart skipped a beat Your hair shoulder length with a flip A new do you got just for this trip Surprised when you got home that day Just two words was all I could say Oh my... I've stopped looking, your photo I found In my heart I'll always carry you around [Edited 10/8/2013 1:03:48 PM ]
10/9/2013 8:44:23 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Three more days till Columbus Day With three ships, he sailed away Hopin' the world weren't really flat Showin' everyone where America was at Hay, I don' make this stuff up an I never ever lie...
10/9/2013 9:18:50 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Showin' everyone where America was at How to find gold ... that dirty rat And Columbus sat on his haunches getting fat In his custom made Italian Gucci 'Cause Amerigo was a Verpucci!
10/9/2013 10:36:17 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	No matter how hard you might try To fly way up high in the sky You'll end up confounded Because you've been grounded You're a beagle not an eagle.... That's why Bummer...
10/9/2013 10:42:28 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	It really is Verpucci day 'Tho Columbus some may say But really makes no nevermind When you chose to show your own behind.
10/9/2013 10:53:14 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	A jackass and snail Could both go to jail If they ran off the road A wayward green toad Or squashed it all to Hell.
10/10/2013 7:31:09 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Days linger only for brief time Capture the sunlight in these eyes of mine Flood my heart with healing rays Bring back laughter to grieving days. Memories placed upon the highest tier Only to touch in times of fear Live today with full of heart Fuel the flame with a tender spark.
10/10/2013 9:00:26 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I don' give three hoots or a holler So, I ain' gonna wear no dog collar I'll run a roun' free Ta see what's ta see Then I'll nap down in the holler Thet ther's a real toe tapper... [Edited 10/10/2013 9:01:00 AM ]
10/11/2013 10:55:21 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I sat beneath the poet tree I tried to write of what I see Just over there on yonder hill A babbling brook and grist mill I sat beneath the tree that day I tried to think of words to say But then a sleep fell over me Rip Van Winkle, I am, you see
10/11/2013 12:25:24 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Poetry in motion Dancing with the notion A flickering flame Never ending game.
10/12/2013 2:50:31 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I feel it inside, down in my soul And can't hide these things I know We should only just be friends But hopefully this story ends But you ain't got nothing I never had And I promise that it won't go bad So for now let's take it slow And you really never know Someone must have loved you Not the way that I do You're missing what I'm trying to say Ain't nothing getting in my way So tell me that's fantastic And promise me, you'll always try Never doubt your self my dear starting over is never clear I don't know what it means But I sit here wondering It just makes me wanna say Who let you go?
10/12/2013 3:53:41 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	The Broom and Dustpan Look up to me dustpan I'm new and bright blue see the gloss on my bristle's not a stain on me anywhere while you are a old metal dustpan taking what I give you I see you up there broom new, yes your new I've seen quite a few Yes we are many a grand famous family You dustpans have always served us We are the masters of the floor I'm tall and beautiful so gracious in my sweep No one will call you humble for this is plain to me that can change, we'll have to wait and see (Well time went by) (and things did change) (for better who can say) (The dustpan he still holds his place) (The broom was thrown away) Author unknown
10/12/2013 3:55:36 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
bluesrule Marshalltown, IA 58, joined Jul. 2011	"When I was nine years old My daddy made me see The story of the railroad And how it came to be He said the men who laid it down Had left their own hometowns And broke their backs to give us traction And that's what he did for me (CHORUS) Ne'er do wells and woebegones Show your face, for we were wrong Ne'er do wells and woebegones Feel no shame, it won't be long Do you ever stop to think Who built those walls around you? Do you ever wonder Who those people were at all? Because the hands that give you shelter Are the very ones that you refuse And proof of what they're worth Will live long after you are gone (CHORUS) Ne'er do wells and woebegones Show your face, for we were wrong Ne'er do wells and woebegones Feel no shame, it won't be long Come on I'm begin you listen With an open heart Your soul is so cruelly judged Forgive us for our tresspasses Were taught to us because We were raised by people Raised by people Just like you and so When the world falls down around us It'll lead to you our goal It'll be unto we all come running"
10/12/2013 3:59:18 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	"Little Moments" Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just looked so darn cute That I couldn't even act like I was mad Yeah I live for little moments like that Well that's just like this last year on my birthday She lost all track of time and burnt the cake And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms And I tried not to let her see me laugh Yeah I live for little moments like that I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands Yeah I live for little moments like that When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up Yeah I live for little moments When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it Yeah I live for little moments like that
10/12/2013 4:06:23 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
bluesrule Marshalltown, IA 58, joined Jul. 2011	See the Woman She has a young face An old face She carries herself well In all ages She survives all man has done In some tribes she is free In some religions She is under man In some societies She’s worth what she consumes In some nations She is delicate strength In some states She is told she is weak In some classes She is property owned In all instances She is sister to earth In all conditions She is life bringer In all life she is our necessity See the woman eyes Flowers swaying On scattered hills Sundancing calling in the bees See the woman heart Lavender butterflies Fronting blue sky Misty rain falling On soft wild roses See the woman beauty Lightning streaking Dark summer nights Forests of pines mating With new winter snow See the woman spirit Daily serving courage With laughter Her breath a dream And a prayer John Trudell
10/12/2013 4:10:36 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I sold ice in hell one time and I never made a dime the devil took me for a ride you see Worse than this ole country.... God bless America home of the brave land of the free If some taxes I can pay just leave me some money for my family even tho you take half and my ex gets more than that I still have welfare to help me out..... God bless America..... written by Me......
10/12/2013 5:05:21 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
bluesrule Marshalltown, IA 58, joined Jul. 2011	I love my country tis of thee Amber waves I planted to survive Mother Nature has her ways Who am I to raise a fist? Against her force or what I can not sway? I know who I am A product of this land I toil on No excuses, no handout expected I will survive Strong in spirit and resolve Relying on my own strength No apathy involved. No God has blessed this country of ours. To assume so is a pipe dream We stand on our own merits Do unto others As you would have done to you The basic law of a global brotherhood. [Edited 10/12/2013 5:07:30 AM ]
10/12/2013 5:14:11 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
bluesrule Marshalltown, IA 58, joined Jul. 2011	More so..... the basic law of humanity.
10/12/2013 8:22:18 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	In fourteen hundred ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue. He had three ships and left from Spain; He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain. He sailed by night; he sailed by day; He used the stars to find his way. A compass also helped him know How to find the way to go. Ninety sailors were on board; Some men worked while others snored. Then the workers went to sleep; And others watched the ocean deep. Day after day they looked for land; They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand. October 12 their dream came true, You never saw a happier crew! "Indians! Indians!" Columbus cried; His heart was filled with joyful pride. But "India" the land was not; It was the Bahamas, and it was hot. The Arakawa natives were very nice; They gave the sailors food and spice. Columbus sailed on to find some gold To bring back home, as he'd been told. He made the trip again and again, Trading gold to bring to Spain. The first American? No, not quite. But Columbus was brave, and he was bright.
10/12/2013 9:14:19 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Quote from shaggyoledog: In fourteen hundred ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue. He had three ships and left from Spain; He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain. He sailed by night; he sailed by day; He used the stars to find his way. A compass also helped him know How to find the way to go. Ninety sailors were on board; Some men worked while others snored. Then the workers went to sleep; And others watched the ocean deep. Day after day they looked for land; They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand. October 12 their dream came true, You never saw a happier crew! "Indians! Indians!" Columbus cried; His heart was filled with joyful pride. But "India" the land was not; It was the Bahamas, and it was hot. The Arakawa natives were very nice; They gave the sailors food and spice. Columbus sailed on to find some gold To bring back home, as he'd been told. He made the trip again and again, Trading gold to bring to Spain. The first American? No, not quite. But Columbus was brave, and he was bright. awwww ... Shaggy ... very nice ---- Happy Columbus Day
10/12/2013 11:43:42 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	"So Beautiful" Whether I'm right or wrong There's no phrase that hits Like an ocean needs the sand Or a dirty old shoe that fits And if all the world was perfect I would only ever want to see your scars You know they can have their universe We'll be in the dirt designing stars And darlin', you know That you make me feel so beautiful Nowhere else in the world I wanna be You make me feel so beautiful Whether I'm up or down There's no crowd to please I'm like a faith without a clause To believe in it And if all the world was smiling I would only ever want to see your frown You know they can sail away in sunsets We'll be right here stranded on the ground Just happy to be found I have lost my illusions, I have drowned in your words I have left my confusion to a cynical world I am throwing myself at things I don't understand Discover enlightenment holding your hand..........
10/12/2013 11:59:50 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	"YOU" 'Twas only a short season ago ... when the dullnes of life became a glow You reached out your hand to cradle mine ... and guide me through the sands of time But for these things I might never smile ... but would trod in loss for many a mile When I would think that all was lost ... that is when you loved me most As the veil of darkness came to my eyes ... you were there -- a blessed surprise For 'tho I was difficult and gave you grief ... You held me tight and brought relief Your gentle touch and strength devine ... Shall remain in my heart for all time.
10/13/2013 12:05:45 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Its like trying to catch the wind Or putting sunshine in a jar A broken heart is hard to mend Strings snapped on an old guitar Tuning takes time and a knowing ear Patience love and a gentle touch To hold it gently without fear Finding the song you want so much. Sometimes I'm up,,sometimes I'm down other times I just go round and round I try to laugh but then I cry cause I see so much passing by trying to catch a bit of life without so much fuss and strife but the harder I try it seems to be the bigger the mountains encircling me I'm tired of climbing and weary of pain each step forward sliding back two again.
10/13/2013 7:51:39 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I cain' never tell, if I'm up or I'm down I always hear voices, when I go ta town I don' wear no coat, an I never git chills I'm always warm n fuzzy, cuz I got my pills Soun's like yer bipolar... Look who's talkin'...
10/13/2013 7:53:36 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Words and music by Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousell that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that you said Lovers walking along the shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment You could not recall the color of his eyes Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind
10/13/2013 10:56:35 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	There is nothing that I would rather be Than the one in the hammock 'neath the banyan tree.
10/14/2013 9:46:55 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	There once was a group from Carnation Carnation's the town 'round the bend The group believes in reincarnation Their presence here on DH won't end They keep makin' new profiles daily Their posts are as haters not daters Escapees from the circus B. Bailey Junior baters, senior baters, master (mooner emoticon) Oh Cisco... Oh Pancho...
10/15/2013 12:34:01 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Were it not for past days of living Could we now be so forgiving To look someone in the eye And admit to an awful lie Were it not for by gone days Would we be more than mist and haze To gently waft and drift about With no one near to know our doubt Were it not for love gone wrong Would there be a wistful song Of tears and sighs and sleepless nights To remind us of the wrongs and rights Were it not for passions kiss Would we have known true loves bliss A touch so warm it never fades Imprinted on us forever days Were it not for a last goodbye How could we know an anguished cry A dream dying or breaking heart The pieces scattered far apart Were it not for flesh and bone Would we be more than mortal stone.
10/15/2013 8:35:58 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I never ever make this stuff up an I never ever lie Like the time in the 'LURKERS', I made apple pie Yer pie in the 'LURKERS' was a helpful household hint It was good, I tried it, butt I don' like chocolate mint
10/16/2013 8:54:47 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I am not a poet... Nor an author, to be... I am just myself... In all honesty.
10/16/2013 3:19:01 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I once had a hole in my bucket Thet bucket, I decided ta chuckit So I drove in my truck Ta a place I could shuck An ended up somewhere in Pawtucket I bet y'all thought I was gonna say (censored)
10/16/2013 11:42:12 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than a tree?
10/17/2013 7:35:03 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	One of my all time favorites If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good help to you nevertheless And filter and fiber your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass [Edited 10/17/2013 7:35:39 AM ]
10/17/2013 9:46:32 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	If I could only be in your eyes and what you see I would make a point to be a very special memory One which you could recall Spring, winter, summer, fall But alas -- but for football I make no difference after all.
10/17/2013 3:06:22 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Where oh where did Blabby go, He has so many questions to answer, he's the only one who may know. There are problems to solve, As the threads do revolve, Where, oh where did Blabby go? Aka Qirki????
10/17/2013 3:39:47 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	It is rather quirky ...from what I can see For a sexy macho man ...to be up a tree When there is no blind ... on eyes or mind Why must he continue ... to show his behind It may be -- I do fear ... that he isn't looking for deer But may be after other prey ... come hail or high water any day If the season opener is next month ... would he always be so gruff Me thinks a day of rest is what he needs ... for chasing gold is surely greed But again ... and forsooth ...he is a man ...
10/19/2013 11:46:32 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Funny the things I remember When it's cold, the end of September 'It doesn't really matter to I'm' She use to say that all of the time Funny that would come to my mind Except perhaps to remind Funny the things I remember When it's cold, the end of September [Edited 10/19/2013 11:48:20 AM ]
10/19/2013 11:56:52 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I climbed a tree for the mystery of seeing the site from up high I felt like a bird when I got up high fresher air from the sky low and behold the stupid branch broke I flapped my arms it was no joke my wings they failed and so did I no more fresh air from way up high......
10/20/2013 9:27:08 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Sundays ain' fer poet trees Sundays are fer footballs As long as I got some a these An thet nature never calls
10/20/2013 10:12:44 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Etched on my brow like a scar The time of living can sometimes marr Picking up one foot at at time Facing the forward road to internal rhyme Pieces of the puzzle so often lost Others never know of the price or cost So we go on no matter how hard Looking for that missing card Hoping to find it, praying we do While all the while being true to "you".
10/20/2013 2:34:46 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	A BRAND NEW DAY Author: Aeni Rest your head and close your eyes Everything will be okay For when you wake with the sweet sunrise It will be a brand new day Turn down the lights and pull me close Feel only the beating of our hearts as we lay For when you wake with the soft morning breeze It will be a brand new day. Relax your body and caress my soft hair Let all of life's worries melt away For when you wake with the warm summer scent It will be a brand new day Fall fast asleep and dream with me Whisper "I love you, I'm here to stay" For when we wake in each other's arms It will be a brand new day.
10/21/2013 9:43:58 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	'Could You Live Like That' by me Could you live with someone who always sees sun Could you be with someone who likes to have fun And what if this someone is never ever grumpy And he likes blueberry porridge, creamy not lumpy Could you live like that?
10/23/2013 9:53:36 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	There once was a little green frog An this frog got loss in the fog He said, 'not ta worry' So, along he did scurry 'Cuz this fog ain' Los Angeles smog'
10/24/2013 9:41:58 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Some mornings kin be so hard I'd rather be out in the yard Butt hear I sit Like a nit wit Ritin' stuff fer a howl mark card
10/24/2013 10:16:01 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I had a {i]Flyer ... little red wagon when I was just a girl I flew in my Flyer ... 'till I was nearly gaggin' but now I like guys.
10/26/2013 5:01:57 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Plate glass windows they mock your transparency Your heartstrings weighed down by all that you harbor you're stuck in your misery Your heart beats in a cacophony of pushed down feelings and your cold exterior has left the room freezing Below zero, You're arctic You'll accept no help, too mellow dramatic You speak words of malice with a tongue like a blade someone to play with sometimes you do jade Continue on in your self destructive ways and continue on hating me for days upon days you cling on like they'll pull you out of deep water when all they'll do is help you drown farther What you see as a life boat is really the weight in your chest I wish I could find it in me to wish you the best.......
10/27/2013 1:46:07 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
kennylooking4u Victorville, CA 57, joined Dec. 2010	Once upon a time there was an engineer Choo Choo Charlie was his name, we hear. He had an engine and he sure had fun He used GOOD & PLENTY candy to make his train run. Charlie says, “Love my GOOD & PLENTY!” Charlie says, “Really rings my bell!” Charlie says, “Love my GOOD & PLENTY!

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