Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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Youre so vain, you probably think this song [blog] is about you Dont you? dont you? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and...
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- Reasons I love you
- morning poem: Waking in your arms
- cliche' after home cliche
- morning poetry: Blocked Sleepless Nights
- tears and progress
- morning poem: Silent night of dreams
- the cries that can be seen in the bags of my eyes
- morning poem: Sunrise made of Glass
- my life wrapped up in a bit of fur and under a hat
- sharing and children
- morning poem: The sound of silence
- Don't Panic
- strange utterances
- too many to ignore
- I always feel, somebody's watching me...
- morning poem: Lost
- rested fantabulously
- Morning poem: A Single Unanswered Call
- gentleness
- Afternoon poem: Sun spots
- Another day and another leap
- the past meeting the present
- a place...but instead patience
- swapping vices?
- a rose by any other name
- 'rents?
- on my toes
- Morning Poem: Tenderness
- Morning poem: Morning sunrise
- Morning poem: Beauty
- The beginning of the twinkle in my day
- beaming
- for my better good
- Change of status
- pink and fluffy
- vice grip of silence
- fly the coop?
- night and day
- vulnerability and anger
- what the hell was I thinking?
- Crazed moments
- Is this me?
- the little things
- just say no
- the unexpected unexpected
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1 comment:
Well, long time no see. Or actaully, no read, since I saw you in September. I've been thinking about you and am unmotivated at work, and on a whim thought I'd return to your blog. It was inactive for a long time the last time I popped over to say hi. It looks like you've got a lot on your mind now though. I know the feeling, heh, heh. I think I need to give you a call very soon . . . hang on with the PMS minus sugar. That's torturous. Yikes. What next, no salt either? Take care you crazy gal.
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