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ponder
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Idle thoughts
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Apr 24 03:31 UTC 2000 |
I sat in the sofa today,
A young puddle of thought
Mixed liberally with milk
And raisin bran,
My right hand barely feeling
The remote control
Resting against my fingers,
My eyes wandering to the play
Of wind in the tree by our porch
And missing the colorful play
Within the fishbowl of our television.
I sat in my jeans
Bare feet caressing the cool floor beneath
Wishing, idly.
Then you came in,
Hair like a twisted version of wind at sea,
And smiled to me.
The outside scene forgotten,
My wish briefly set aside,
I smile back
Realization
I am well blessed.
-- April 23, 2000
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arianna
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response 1 of 7:
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Apr 24 23:01 UTC 2000 |
Wow -- I think this's one of my favorites that you've done, julie. nice.
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lumen
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response 2 of 7:
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Apr 25 00:36 UTC 2000 |
awwww thanks, Julie hun. I love the simple times when I think and
smile about how I love you, too.
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orinoco
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response 3 of 7:
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Apr 25 00:53 UTC 2000 |
Ooh....I agree with Erinn here, this is one of your best -- the images in the
first stanza especially. Very good.
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arianna
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response 4 of 7:
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Apr 25 15:31 UTC 2000 |
one question: in the next to last line, did you mean "realizing?"
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orinoco
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response 5 of 7:
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Apr 26 04:09 UTC 2000 |
(fwiw, I prefer "realization")
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lumen
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response 6 of 7:
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Apr 26 23:03 UTC 2000 |
I'll print a copy of all this out. Julie doesn't log on very much
anymore as she's not a student.
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ponder
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response 7 of 7:
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May 4 01:31 UTC 2000 |
true. Thanks guys.
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