twistedwillow
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This is a rhyming Pantoum Simply titled, 'A love poem' Any and all feed back appreciated. With eyes of bold, Her face reflects his pain. Tears, like gold Precious is her gain Her face reflects his pain She smoothes her whip Precious is her gain She lays her strips She smoothes her whip Agony caresses him She lays her strips He wonders at his sin Agony caresses him Precious like a dove He wonders at his sin No sin my love Precious like a dove With eyes of bold No sin my love Tears, like gold © 2010 TwistedWillow Edited for layout
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Jesus died to forgive our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them? —Jules Feiffer Don't be fooled by the pretty words and sweet face.. sarcasm is the norm not the exception.
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