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Post by anna3 on Jan 22, 2007 16:31:59 GMT -6
How come you never call me again After all my letters When I gave my self up to you On this pages! How come you be so silent All the time Didn’t you realise that you are mine? I stand before you naked And you, you just stopped To speak with me at all What is wrong? How come you be so strong? I don’t understand What else I can do To make you sure That I’m yours? Why don’t you come on back To this war, baby It’s just beginning Don’t be afraid You are this man I mean
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Post by dawness on Jan 23, 2007 0:26:35 GMT -6
wrenching, beautifully sad! thanks, anns
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Post by anna3 on Jan 23, 2007 13:41:27 GMT -6
I tried to be also a bit funny in this but yes i think that i wasnt too much
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Post by Sam on Jan 23, 2007 16:16:59 GMT -6
"Love Is a Battlefield"
I liked it!!!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jan 24, 2007 8:32:07 GMT -6
Why don’t you come on back To this war, baby It’s just beginning Don’t be afraid You are this man I mean ~fragmentation of Anna3 poeming. Adored these lines...And they did crack me up, laughing. Perhaps, as I'd read first, in the last thirty post link-- you meant it to be tongue in cheek, funny...So, I read it expecting humor and found it... Grins and waves to all of you, gals! Sabrina.
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Post by vixen on Jan 26, 2007 11:41:30 GMT -6
Love is not always pretty. War and love? The peace treaty may be fun.lol vixen
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Post by anna3 on Jan 27, 2007 1:46:26 GMT -6
Thank you my lovely friends for all beautiful comments
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