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All Mapped Out
Contributed by
Balmain_Tiger
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Monday, 13th November 2006 @ 05:27:21 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Now this year is over I rest my heart in peace
As for the future a contract for its lease
Time is so precious it must never lapse
In my journeys I always follow maps
This is my place, the place I have come
I would tell my friends if I had some
Those I hold dear are never, never near
The maps I had led me to this fear
With a sigh I put a smile on my face
And take my bones from the wretched place
Where I go the maps can only say
With my contract I will probably also pay
Planted on my face a smile will remain
To keep my heart clean from any stain
Whoever You are I can only offer this
When we do meet a simple delicate kiss
Tuesday 31 December 2002
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Re: All Mapped Out
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by books_4gal on
Monday, 13th November 2006 @ 10:59:52 AM AEST
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| I really like the idea of maps as guides through life. In many ways they are the core values that sustain us through out life's twists and turns. Thanks for another take on the human condition. |
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Re: All Mapped Out
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by wizard on
Monday, 13th November 2006 @ 10:13:59 PM AEST
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nice write! i've never been too good at reading maps...
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Re: All Mapped Out
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 14th November 2006 @ 12:06:57 AM AEST
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Very beautifull description. They must be some sweet, special memories of places and more to come.
Awesome.
The sweet kiss reminds me of my best friend.
huggs, smiles,
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