RE: moving on
We gather ourselves, not whole but, in pieces, to put back together, loves disaster left us shattered yet, to be recovered.
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RE: RE: moving on
It seems love's disasters are too frequent for my taste. How's the saying go about repent in leisure, when loving in haste?
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moving on
love is never wasted however bitter tasted repentence is the waste of time better to enjoy the crime!
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RE: moving on up
I like your style! Your bowler hat and high shine boots! I like it like that.
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moving on up & around
tilt my hat and set my feet to walking till i found the front door open and went in the bar was packed but the band was playing so i got someone to dance ...
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RE: RE: moving on
My disowned parts I'm reminiscing and all the art I am missing
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moving on
All my loves have gone away, along with much of me. New friends appear every year, yet I'm way too free.
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moving on up
chili pepper is hot and the sugar is sweet just like your kiss sweeps me off my feet
we go dancing tonight and the night never end chili pepper! you is my best friend
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RE: My friend Donna
losing a friend is bad. losing an artist is more than sad.
our ugly spots need beauty.
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RE: moving on up & around
..through the crowded dance floor he came, moving sprightly his hips, while his bowler hat magically remained poised and slightly tipped.
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RE: RE: RE: moving on
Our pieces came together like a puzzle, made to fit, we started to drift apart, those pieces began to move and shift, becoming someone the other hardly ever knew, something happened to our love, we went our seperate ways, it was one thing we said we would never do...
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spice of life
hot chili chocolate sweetness with a bite I'll take you out on a Saturday night!
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My friend Donna
"going on vacation" she smiled retired, how vast the future yawned she sailed away, but did not return and from our world she now is gone. Death anticipates our journey here we stand upon it's shore Bon Voyage my friend and artist wish I'd taken time to known you more.
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RE: loss
He eats he sleeps he's in his skin but doesn't know who he is or where he's been He gave me my smile & my social style I wish he'd come back just for a while
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RE: RE: moving on up & around
As soon as his song played, It made his hips sway, Rhythm brought movement to his feet, To dance unconsciously to the harmonious beat.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: moving on
All the pieces I lack fell into the night leaving only the cracks to let in the light.
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over my shoulder
Never to look back. old Satchell said. the very best is still ahead.
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RE: My friend Donna
Over her left shoulder, Jacket swung with one hand, Without a glance, turning her head around Walking away she left town.
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perhaps
though lost perhaps in time and space you can at least still kiss his face.
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RE: RE: RE: moving as one is fun
In this seedy bar room dive, no dance floor felt more alive, as we all melt into the rhythm like one fluid organism.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: moving on
Looking into the Blue Indigo Night, with decorations of silver starlights, pieces glimmering yet, set free, to discover loves true serenity.
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RE: over my shoulder
I try to look ahead but tears still block my view knowing that if tomorrow comes it dawns without you
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musing
my future will, I suspect make more sense in retrospect
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information please
the world tipped up to slide me off - I missed the turn and held on tight. I wonder now the wisdom there the letting go appears more right
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RE: RE: RE: RE: moving as one is fun
It was the "Hole in the Wall", the "Juke Joint" dive, brought you bouncing in the place, as the live band played music with rhythm & soul, to get you up "outa" your seat, let your feet slide across the dance floor, sweat drained and tipsy, swinging to the two-step.
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