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There! Just around the bend, I see him. Or, in truth, I see a glimpse of him. Not the reality of him but, the fantasy. The tease that is him. I run faster, trying to finally capture, or is it free him? but, he alludes me.
Days go by, turning into weeks and then months and still... he remains... just out of reach!
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| Reviewed by Debra Conklin |
6/27/2006 |
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Hi Joanna!
This reminds of something similiar that I wrote awhile back. Always desiring what is just beyond our reach. Seems as though this is one of those horrible traits that we humans have.
Copy and paste the following web address to take you to my version of desire. Thanks! Have a great evening Joanna!
Debbie
http://debsdiddies.blogstream.com/v1/pid/81000_I-SKIPPED-WORK-FOR-THIS.html#TP
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