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Started by Bohl
Fri, 24 Oct 1986 12:25
EMPTY
Author: Bohl
Date: Fri, 24 Oct 1986 12:25
Date: Fri, 24 Oct 1986 12:25
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EMPTY Like a bottle of sweet wine... slowly drained... until none is left... inner life dwindles away. Bruce Corbett ihnp4!iwu1c!n9bh
Fjord
Author: G.JOSILO
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 1986 20:32
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 1986 20:32
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I remember that day so well, so well now. For want of
tears. Oh, that sweet salt. Oh, the days that have gone by.
***
Knobby little knees, down hard against the windy costal
groan. It to my front, the cloudy, damp evening sky
above. I have seen it...I have, standing on that pear, there,
by my mothers side, with her assuring hand caressing the
hair around my white litle forehead...Oh, mother what one
remembers these days...what one remembers.
***
^gj^
nooTi deLymlltts
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