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Wet Pockets
Contributed by
richard2
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Saturday, 17th December 2011 @ 11:54:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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When the sun fell
into the pocket filled with ice,
It seemed a scurrying
went up the light
There is a mouse
that lives in wet pockets.
I have seen its tracks
run down the sun into my heart
(for Becky)
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richard2
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2011-12-17 23:54:13]
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Re: Wet Pockets
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by Deidra_Carmichael on
Sunday, 18th December 2011 @ 04:15:44 PM AEST
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How adorable and sentimental! Friendship is beautiful and is to be treasured just as you hold Becky dear to you. God bless and may all be well,
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Re: Wet Pockets
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 19th December 2011 @ 09:35:35 AM AEST
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What a precious 'n' poignant piece of private. PERFECT.
wabl
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