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  1. Her eyes like diamonds

    Her eyes like diamonds

    shined in the depths
    of the sky. It was
    a sweet love that first

    had drawn me
    my heart thumped
    a thousand times

    and to those heavens
    I did sing
    in sweet charity.

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:37 PM by Dark Muse

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  2. Bears

    My aunt took me to Build a Bear Workshop (BABW) today and I got a new bear. Her name is Alice. She's a pink ballerina bear. I'll post a picture soon!
    She is adorable!
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  3. Good bye

    I miss you already
    though your still here
    I lay awake every night
    Thinking how dear,
    Our friendship has lasted
    for many, many years
    I'll never forget you
    My friend and for all,
    how much that I care for you
    the amount is too tall

    When the day Dr.Death arrived at your doorstep
    I realized this could be the end
    Your awake days are ticking, faster than an ahead time clock.
    It's too hard for
    ...
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  4. The Significance of Five Years

    by , 12-29-2007 at 12:56 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    Wasn't even being read on "Weird Poems" So we'll try here.


    This is just a weird one about ghostly places, I've been chatting with someone about ghosts and stuff. Marie Laveau is a favorite song by Bobby Bare as well. The wail from the song goes into the poem. BTW she doesn't haunt this particular cemetery, she's in the St. Louis Number 1, but it felt good to throw her into the whole mess. Have Fun! I chose Cyprus Grove as the cemetery, because it's on every list ...
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  5. The Curious Clock Shop

    by , 12-29-2007 at 11:46 AM (Reflections on the puddle of life)
    It is 10:00am when he walks past the clock shop for the third time. He hovers, unsure why he is here. It is as though something within the shop attracts him, drawing him in, holding him there, like a magnet, or a moth to a flame. He shudders. There is energy, a force…something, he isn’t sure, but he can feel it. He had tried to walk away; twice he had made it to the corner of the street before turning back, pulled by an invisible string attached to the shop front railings.

    The shop ...
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