A light that glows leading you to me shining a path bringing you closer to brighter days. * A superior glow enlightening your power
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“Love means never having to say you’re sorry,” Ali MacGraw says to Ryan O’Neal in the 1970 movie Love Story. In the final scene, O’Neal repeats the line. It’s good cinema.
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I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
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If life were a lazy summer picnic What would be your dish to bring? When you, and I, and all of our friends Pile into Janie's rusty old T-bird,
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On a balmy night in the middle of a familiar garden The full moon sits like a shutter ready to capture Us- a little boy and a little girl
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Satisfaction of a good week's work attractions of fun and whimsy together so that we understand what the weekend really is about
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The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
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Part One * there are times we sit by the water watching the tide roll out and take away our voices and yet much is said
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we are soulmates (of the platonic kind) --eyes meeting across rooms and my heart flutters (in relief) my head whips back in laughter
Always going the distance Travel the mile Road trips we take Family trips we make Time spent together Those precious moments
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Young girl in the street, Begging for something to eat, Crying in pain as her stomach grips her, Wondering if you have food to
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The Bagpipes Play A Sad Tune The bagpipes play a sad sad tune it cuts the air at break of noon a voice of hills, of fields long bare
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