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Post by sergosa on Dec 10, 2009 1:16:42 GMT -6
I wander in a neglected park. A fragile silence and a timid fog, Two harbingers of night's dark, Are wandering with me. It's late, I have to go. But I'll remember how, The silence and the fog, Escorted me along an empty walks. And whisper of the fog. And misty dimness of the silence.
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Post by pegesus on Dec 10, 2009 13:35:36 GMT -6
how beautiful were you words, this one i really did enjoy.......exalt....my friend hugs peg
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Post by sergosa on Dec 11, 2009 0:25:41 GMT -6
Thank you very much, pegesus! Sergosa.
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