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Post by anna3 on Sept 15, 2006 1:19:07 GMT -6
You entered on my territories You mastered them without question Like William the Conqueror I kept silent expressing agreement With your English imperialism And now what, you resign? Then fear, tells you to put out This what you earlier lighted You want peace suddenly You play in the diplomat You want friendship but you forgot But a moment ago You already had almost all.
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Post by shell on Sept 15, 2006 6:34:19 GMT -6
This is so sad. When love starts out as a battlefield, a territory to be claimed and owned, well, that isn't really love is it? *humph* ... this is a poem that bites ...
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Post by anirbas on Sept 16, 2006 15:29:08 GMT -6
Smoking offering of loveangst, Anna. Thanks for sharing, lady. Got more? I ask, how many men use these same lines? I want you...I need you...Got to have you cause I love you...Now I've had you...Let's be friends...It must be a universal set of lines, no matter the variances in delivery depending on the individual...LOL...I repeat, smoking offering! Nir.
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Post by anna3 on Sept 18, 2006 11:46:49 GMT -6
Thank you, oh it is such an old story but always universal yes
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Post by anirbas on Sept 19, 2006 20:47:57 GMT -6
Your very welcome, sweets!
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