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Apr 17, 2008 12:14:37 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 17, 2008 12:14:37 GMT -1
Bit of a surprise?
From the Top may be who you thought no title was about?
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Apr 17, 2008 16:21:35 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 17, 2008 16:21:35 GMT -1
I knew the first one, but guessed wrong with the second! Ah well...
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Apr 17, 2008 16:27:31 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 17, 2008 16:27:31 GMT -1
Could be a game this, guess the person in the poem.
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Diane
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Apr 17, 2008 18:00:04 GMT -1
Post by Diane on Apr 17, 2008 18:00:04 GMT -1
Bit of a surprise? From the Top may be who you thought no title was about? I can't get my head round that sentence!!
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Apr 17, 2008 18:04:44 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 17, 2008 18:04:44 GMT -1
Yeah, tis a bit of a, well I'm not sure what you'd call it, sounds good though.
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Apr 17, 2008 21:04:03 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 17, 2008 21:04:03 GMT -1
Could be a game this, guess the person in the poem. Let's not play that.
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Vixen
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Don?t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart
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Apr 18, 2008 10:06:32 GMT -1
Post by Vixen on Apr 18, 2008 10:06:32 GMT -1
Actually I agree xD But don't take the senitmental ones down pol, I enjoy reading them
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May 14, 2008 10:44:17 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on May 14, 2008 10:44:17 GMT -1
Peek-a-boo (???so confused, probably won't stick???)
Dark minds, need the light. Broken hearts, need to fight. Love that was, can no longer be. Touch so tender, set me free.
In the dark, where I hide, no one can see me.
Pink and blue, flowers and stars. Light and fluffy, candyfloss cars. Pretty pictures, glittery eyes. Dusty lemons, butterflies.
In the light, where I play, no one can see me.
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May 17, 2008 13:48:55 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on May 17, 2008 13:48:55 GMT -1
Thirdteen
Once a sweet, happy, slightly strange, but albeit, good girl. Twice a question on love and sex change and cross dressing. Thrice a lively, open, innocently mad, playful being. Four hours sharing life, sunny daisy chains and learning to paint aunts nails. Fifth life twisted through a needle head, seeing the difference between herself. Suddenly found wrongs that are forced down throats, causing a violent jump. So little time was blown away, hurled across the carpet, killed. Eyes see through child time loves and brake them, but they were all ready broken. Nine dashes along the limb that makes life bearable, and yet still a want goes unfilled. Ten still doesn't do it, to much for some, way too much for others, but nothing for good girl. Eleventh call goes without notice, just like the voice. To much happened to soon for good girl, now good girl sees no daisy chain sunshine love. Thirteen has no effect, as does nothing else, so quickly the sense of pain was taken away.
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Vixen
Weekend Hippy
Don?t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart
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May 28, 2008 8:20:04 GMT -1
Post by Vixen on May 28, 2008 8:20:04 GMT -1
I haven't been on for a while LadyJ, and I've read that over and over, but I think something finally clicked today, that's beautiful
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Jun 1, 2008 16:13:29 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Jun 1, 2008 16:13:29 GMT -1
Thanks Vixen. Totally OT but has anyone else got an ad for single muslims at the top of the page?
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Jun 4, 2008 22:31:58 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Jun 4, 2008 22:31:58 GMT -1
Yes. Slightly baffling, but hey!
I must write some more stuff I could put up here!
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Jun 7, 2008 15:55:03 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Jun 7, 2008 15:55:03 GMT -1
If you like, I could pm you a sort of what it's about thing?
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Jun 7, 2008 18:01:24 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Jun 7, 2008 18:01:24 GMT -1
No, I meant the advert was baffling! But do anyway!
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Jun 7, 2008 19:27:41 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Jun 7, 2008 19:27:41 GMT -1
I will, I just realised that a ) my memory is getting worse and b ) my memory is getting worse Back when I first read your reply, I knew it was the ad thing, then just today, when I was going to post another poem I though (in a rather thick manner) "ooh, I'd should tell her"
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