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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 10, 2009 17:51:39 GMT -5
Knowing how questioning is the death of magic, I can't help it.
I wonder why you chose me, thinking it is some practical thing human worth being like the worth of cows. I never knew there was a market.
I am not demanding, too reduced to ask which is a kind of perverse advantage in a man. I am pretty enough to present in public but not pretty enough to know it.
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Post by Bernard Alain on Feb 12, 2009 21:15:00 GMT -5
I really liked the opening strophe in this Don, that and the title is almost a poem in itself.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 12, 2009 23:01:39 GMT -5
Thanks Bernie. This is a letter to a woman I know. And she hasn't answered it.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 15, 2009 16:04:51 GMT -5
Thanks Dunstan
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