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Do you see what shedoes to you?She worksas the day is long;carvinga place within youevery soft line and curved angle, reminiscent of her figure,but what is it you see?Do you see what i see?The sun dan...
Posted by three on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 04:58:00 PST |
Poetry |
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, from winter or a river.I don't know how or when,no they were not voices, they were notwords, nor...
Posted by three on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 01:48:00 PST |
October 21 |
Her name was Daree Diane.She should've gone to Japan,But She was Korean right?Yeah.
Posted by three on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:36:00 PST |
AMusings on love. |
Fingers sleeping within mine, next to each other undeniably warming and palms touching with unclean intentions splattered by disillusion. Secrets of the self revealed, quick breathing pacing words st...
Posted by three on Thu, 10 May 2007 11:01:00 PST |
history of pickle-ball |
The mini-tennis game called Pickle-Ball was created during the summer of 1965 on Bainbridge Island - a short ferry ride from Seattle, WA. The original purpose of the game was to provide a sport for...
Posted by three on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 11:16:00 PST |
