Sunday, May 17, 2009

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You think that I made it well,
When did not choose one's red- roses fall,

They loudly sing too and will laugh on the morning.........
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Tsira Gogeshvili
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James Mclain 17 May 2009

When they fall, perhaps stack is rearrangement of the beam moons pink thinly veiled in see through smile..iip

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Fay Slimm 17 May 2009

Roses really are a medicine to be used for dreaming Tsira - - - lovely warm poem and 10 + + from Fay....xx

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Fiona Davidson 17 May 2009

This is so full of images Tsira...wonderful poem...Fi 10+++

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