Hi Tracey,
Ah sweet words that do enthral,
Encased behind its own wall,
Words that bloom as a red rose,
Step on a ladder in words of prose.
Morchuis
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on May 31, 2002
that was very true and beautiful
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci
Reviewed on May 31, 2002
I'll bring the sledge hammer you bring the Pink floyd and we will Jam it to the wall.
nice job you are a real solid brick writer.
you really mortar fy me.
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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Ah sweet words that do enthral,
Encased behind its own wall,
Words that bloom as a red rose,
Step on a ladder in words of prose.
Morchuis
nice job you are a real solid brick writer.
you really mortar fy me.
Such another awesome
write...
Have a great weekend...
Trixie
walls are stone
love is a thorn
that pierces bone
trac', cool work babe