SUSPENDED
There is a time in my far-awaydreams where time stands still.
And there she stands waiting
for me to come and take her hand.
If only she knew how safe I feel.
by: Maureen McLaughlin
SUSPENDED
There is a time in my far-away10-09-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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I CAN | 5 | 09/29/2009 |
DEAL WITH IT | 3 | 09/29/2009 |
CHANCES | 2 | 09/29/2009 |
SUSPENDED | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
STRONGER FOR IT | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
GOD'S GARDEN | 2 | 09/29/2009 |
MY DAD | 3 | 09/10/2009 |
YOU CAN | 2 | 09/04/2009 |
THIS PEN | 3 | 09/04/2009 |
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