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| Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK |
4/10/2002 |
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4-10-02
Darkest Day Will Be Before the Dawn,i.e.
The End!
TRASK |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/10/2002 |
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| pleasant poem... |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
4/10/2002 |
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| Simply marvelous! |
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| Reviewed by Scada (Reader) |
4/10/2002 |
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*Sigh*
yes, yes, more please...
Scada |
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| Reviewed by Brigit Erineyes (Reader) |
4/10/2002 |
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night grass
lays open bladed
fresh wet
from the lips of rain
This is the scenery that envades my soul..at night when I think of the wet sounds..I love this. More..
Yours |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
4/10/2002 |
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| metaphorical tongues...;-) |
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| Reviewed by Tracey Hardie |
4/10/2002 |
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| awesome..... the storm of passion... the friction... the calming... |
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| Reviewed by Alpha Woman |
4/10/2002 |
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| ...and Alpha willingly joins the harem '..wet from the lips of rain that tongue tip kissed deep between..' ::soft smile:: |
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| Reviewed by fancy lady |
4/10/2002 |
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She loves
when the Mother touches Her
and She melds with Mother
Her oceans are deep
rewarded with your whispers
along her nape
challenging the storm
with passions force
before the calm
miss you babe |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
4/10/2002 |
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Nice imagery!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o) |
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