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paradise loveIn a field filled with red poppies, yellow tulips and forget me nots |
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RE: paradise loveI like it |
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RE: paradise loveNice flow! Clean and tight at least by my sight. Kudo's! |
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RE: paradise loveVery good. "Our hearts finally beat" I think could be improved upon. Did you mean our hearts paused then finally beat? I am not clear on it. It might be just me. |
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA