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this coldĀ blade of moonlight

across the empty bed

brings a new infliction

a terrible form of deja-vu

I am to repeatedly endure

without explanation.

silence cannot

◄ last chance gone

unseen foe ►


stefan wilde

Sat 15th Jan 2011 17:01

touche!(bitch!)...thats me cursing myself not calling you a...oh you,ve got me at it now and just when I was about to say you are such a f.......

Ann Foxglove

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Sat 15th Jan 2011 15:13

Oh! So I've failed this particular test then! ;-) And there was me thinking that this poem was

stefan wilde

Sat 15th Jan 2011 09:42

dear far from dense Aggy bird-repeat after moi-Stefan Wilde has left out a last word assuming that I would have had the cranial capacity to have known he meant-'silence cannot...explain? but preferred to not use the same/similar word twice in case his favourite poet'ess would refuse him her free snickers...snigger snigger..please do advise-ta X lots-hess dubbleyew.xx

Ann Foxglove

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Sat 15th Jan 2011 06:41

Mornin'. Is there a bit missing? Were you eating your Snickers bar wot I gave you and it melted all over the keyboard and you had to go and wash your hands and left out the last line? Or am I being a dense maid in the land that time forgot or whatnot? xx

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