Why I Wonder by hipps13

Writers • (none) • posted on May 20, 2007

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Cute To Me At night I wonder though When we go to bed Why do you? Slam your body Up against me My tummy that is To lay down To go to sleep I won

Comments (12)

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Bossie_Boots

4:53PM | Sun, 20 May 2007

Wow excellent !!!

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B_PEACOCK

4:55PM | Sun, 20 May 2007

VEry heartfelt love. Loss of words this time love. Probably from how I am feeling today. Love ya

Denys234

5:00PM | Sun, 20 May 2007

Well done!

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Richardphotos

7:12PM | Sun, 20 May 2007

always a pleasure to delve into your thoughts

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auntietk

12:23AM | Mon, 21 May 2007

Beautifully written. You are so good at painting a picture of a feeling with nothing but your words, your heart, and your intention! Lovely work as always, my friend.

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lizzibell

2:55AM | Mon, 21 May 2007

Very nice...

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Thelby

4:14AM | Mon, 21 May 2007

Loneliness makes one clingy. It is not their fault. It is a reaction to being alone. 'Come Close and Don't Let Go' ......"EVER" But security can found in oneself, in ones own Heart, ............. if you only look Deep enough!!!!! Good art always inspires and never leaves the viewer empty, Fill me up so that I can fill others and when I get low, fill me up again. Beautiful Work, that's why I come back, ..... again and again and again and agai.............................................................................

ARTWITHIN

6:03AM | Mon, 21 May 2007

Your poem reminds me of my little dachshund, Daisy. She used to lay up against my back. And if I took too much room, her little legs would kick me rapidly so I would move over. How funny dogs are. I loved her and miss her. Thank you for reminding me of that with your beautiful poem, Linda. I understand it in my own way. Hugs, Suzanne ;)

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