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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:56 am
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May of the morning
<br />Rises to become my sun
<br />Window-box flowers sing to your smile
<br />That gives light to their petals
<br />And life to their delicate leaves
<br />Rooms filled with airs about you
<br />A gift that transcends the time
<br />That I beg to spend close by you
<br />Now that I've found you again
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<br />May of the evening
<br />Glows in radiance as my lovers' moon
<br />Tides move quietly from the shore
<br />Whispering her name on gentle breakers
<br />Her silvery lace flows with southern compliments
<br />As she fills my spirit and refreshes my soul
<br />Long will be the night she promises
<br />And we two to know it's secrets
<br />'Til the sun wakes the sleeping flowers once again
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Posted by Lonny on Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:04 pm
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I have not the time to view all of the work here Bluesy Socrateaser, as there is a great deal and the task would clearly be overwhelming. Much more than a single sitting would clearly be required. I stopped here at this particular piece as May was my mothers name. It's a fine poem and whomever your May was, she is likely to have been greatly pleased. Very good indeed.
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:57 pm
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All in their time Lonny.
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<br />Thanks for stopping and for the read.
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<br />B.
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<br />P.S I never heard back from you regarding your site. Leave me a post when once again, you pass this way.
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<br />Best of luck with it all.
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