11:59

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    • is doin some Solitary Thinkin-- Lee Ann Womack

    11:59

    It's 11:59
    we fought the morning kiss by kiss
    you say, "Look at the time."
    This day we don't want to end.
    But I ask you not to mind.

    Tomorrow you have a busy day
    You say to me, "I should go,"
    but gently I take your hand
    and plead with you, "No, no, no."

     As we watch the twinkling of the night
    Midnight indicates the morning
    Heaven we saw in eachother's eyes
    As rain clouds in the distance start forming

    "Stay a little longer," you hear me plead
    As your breath I steal with another kiss
    to convince you it's all you need

     Raindrops start falling
    Tomorrow has become today
    "It's Monday officially," you say

    I draw you in and hold you tight.
    and then you hear me say,
    "It's still Sunday 'til the sun brings Monday."
    and you smile as in my arms you stay.


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    BigDaddyCash commented on 11:59

    11-04-2009

    Thank you for joining my group of friends I pleased to have you as a friend. Real success begins with a friend and everything else in life is a bonus. If your dreams and desires are to become rich and famous and you set your goals to make this your main purpose in life, what good would it all be without friends? You should treat a friendship like a rose garden, feed it with love, kindness and understanding and watch it blossom into a beautiful rose. There is nothing more valuable than a true friend, all other successes in your life's journey mean nothing if you can't share them with a friend. LOL, BDC P.S. Let's see some of your magical creations. What I've read shows great talent, reading your poetry is a delight.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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