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			<title><![CDATA[LOVE]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 17 Nov 2008 12:11:57 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY EX... THE L THE L STANDS FOR THE LIES THE LIES YOU TOLD SO PATHALOGICAL AND MENDACIOUS THE LIES THEY CAUSED TEARS FROM MY EYES THE LIES THAT ENDED US JUST THE LIES SO THERE WAS NO TRUSTTHE O THE O STANDS FOR OVER AND OVER THE TIMES I TRIED OVER AND OVER THE TIME I CRY OVER AND OVER THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL OVER AND OVER THE WAY I WANTED TO KILL... YOU.. OVER AND OVER TIMES I TOLD YOU I HATED YOU AND NOW I FEEL LIKE I MEAN ITTHE V THE V STANDS FOR VINDICTIVE YOU LURED ME INTO YOUR TRAP TOLD ME I CAN HAVE YOUR HEART BUT I GOTTA GIVE MINE.. WELL I WANT IT BAC.. U TOLD ME FALSE TRUTHS AND HOW U LOVED ME SO. YOU TOLD ME SO MANY THINGS THAT I JUST WANT TO LET GO. YOU WALK AROUND THINKIN NOTHIN OF ME I SWORE I SWORE U LOVED METHE ETHE E IS FOR END THIS RELATIONSHIP ENDING.. ITS OVER ITS DONE.. I DONT HAVE TIME FOR LITTLE ASS BOYS SO IM SORRY WE'RE DONE... BROKEN PROMISES AND EMPTY I LOVE YOUS.. GUESS WE WERE DOMED FROM THE MINUTE I SAW U.. SO YES THIS LOVE IS NOT SO SENSUAL AND SWEETTHIS LOVE IS LIES OVER AND OVER AND THIS VINDCTIVE ENDING... LADY B(I HATE HIM) =(
i <a href='http://really.funnyblogs.net/'>really</a> liked this one.... very nicely done as i felt all the <a href='http://conviction.wordblogs.net/'>conviction</a> behind the words you used to discribe each letter..... you really put alot into this as i have read some <a href='http://other.wordsblogs.com/'>other</a> poems by you and it made it very easy fro me to believe you in this one considering the other poems you wrote..... but by its self this poem was still very good in its own rights... i would have to agree with you on this as not all the time can love be sexual and sweet... it has a way to <a href='http://turn.wordsblogs.com/'>turn</a> and become very viol...
i really liked this one.... very nicely done as i felt all the conviction behind the words you used to discribe each letter..... you really put alot into this as i have read some other poems by you and it made it very easy fro me to believe you in this one considering the other poems you wrote..... but by its self this poem was still very good in its own rights... i would have to agree with you on this as not all the time can love be sexual and sweet... it has a way to turn and become very violent and messy it its own respect.... i do like the spin you put on each letter my favorite letter is V that one really hit me hard for some reason i connected with that one the most....... i tihnk im gona favor this poem of yours because i <a href='http://know.wordsblogs.com/'>know</a> im gona wanta read this again at some point :) it was my honor to read this and my pleasure to comment on it for you<br>
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			<title><![CDATA[Why( 4 Dontell)]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 29 Sep 2008 02:10:13 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Why Must the good die youngAs we grip what little memories of them we hadOUr tears over come us and we feel more sadThe one person we could count on or a once met personEven if You barely knew them you know its hurtingWhy must the good die youngWhy must the loved leave earlyWE just begin to change state up and then they're there no moreIt's like we knock and knock but no one opens the doorLike miss them but don't want to remember some thingsBut missing them gives our memory a teaseWHy must the loved get earlyIts like they were all we had left and now no ones by our sideLike they were our diary in which we could confideBut we know they're in a better placeAnd that thought <a href='http://will.wordblogs.net/'>will</a> never be erased-J Baby 4 Dontell Gone but not Forgotten <br>
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			<title><![CDATA[Why( 4 Dontell)]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 29 Sep 2008 02:10:13 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Why Must the good die youngAs we grip what little memories of them we hadOUr tears over come us and we feel more sadThe one person we could count on or a once met personEven if You barely knew them you know its hurtingWhy must the good die youngWhy must the loved get earlyWE just begin to open up and then they're there no moreIt's like we strike and knock but no one opens the doorLike miss them but don't <a href='http://want.wordsblogs.com/'>want</a> to remember some thingsBut <a href='http://missing.musicalblogs.com/'>missing</a> them gives our memory a teaseWHy must the loved leave earlyIts like they were all we had <a href='http://left.wordblogs.net/'>left</a> and now no ones by our sideLike they were our diary in which we could confideBut we know they're in a better placeAnd that thought will never be erased-J Baby 4 Dontell Gone but not Forgotten <br>
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			<title><![CDATA[Why( 4 Dontell)]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 29 Sep 2008 02:10:13 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Why Must the good die youngAs we grip what little memories of them we hadOUr tears over come us and we feel more sadThe one person we could count on or a once met personEven if You barely knew them you know its hurtingWhy must the good die youngWhy must the loved leave earlyWE just begin to open up and then they're there no moreIt's like we knock and knock but no one opens the doorLike miss them but don't want to remember some thingsBut missing them gives our memory a teaseWHy must the loved leave earlyIts like they were all we had left and now no ones by our sideLike they were our diary in which we could confideBut we know they're in a better placeAnd that thought <a href='http://will.wordblogs.net/'>will</a> never be erased-J Baby 4 Dontell Gone but not Forgotten <br>
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			<title><![CDATA[TO MY UNBORN BABY]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 22 Jun 2008 07:09:21 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[To my unborn babyim sorry for my mistakesim sorry your not hereim sorry you never go to see the sun lightyou were the one <a href='http://thing.wordsblogs.com/'>thing</a> the took my finger of the trigeri had so much love in side for you me and your dad wanted to hug youi never regret trowing up my breakfeast i wanted to get pregnet. Im sorry babyim sorry you never had a namemy baby you well always be remeberdi well i never label you a "it",but a angelWhen ever i look at the sky and see a baby bird,ill meber youdont worry my child ill be with you soonil never leave you.
Ay!! mamaz r u foreal on diz one, porque deres a <a href='http://song.wordblogs.net/'>song</a> by Ms. Krazie clled Momiz lil girl.. y da <a href='http://lyrics.choiceblogs.com/'>lyrics</a> <a href='http://from.choiceblogs.com/'>from</a> diz song is diz poem.. peroz lo siento if diz is rlly wut hppend to u......
GOD DAMN !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think people get the freaken' inform. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to make people thimk you are 99.
GOD DAMN !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think populate get the freaken' point. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to make people thimk you are 99.<br>
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			<title><![CDATA[TO MY UNBORN BABY]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 22 Jun 2008 07:09:18 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[To my unborn babyim sorry for my mistakesim sorry your not hereim sorry you never go to see the sun lightyou were the one thing the took my finger of the trigeri had so much love in side for you me and your dad wanted to hug youi never regret trowing up my breakfeast i wanted to get pregnet. Im sorry babyim sorry you never had a namemy baby you well always be remeberdi well i never call you a "it",but a angelWhen ever i be at the sky and see a baby bird,ill meber youdont worry my child ill be with you soonil never leave you.
Ay!! mamaz r u foreal on diz one, porque deres a <a href='http://song.choiceblogs.com/'>song</a> by Ms. Krazie clled Momiz lil girl.. y da lyrics from diz song is diz poem.. peroz lo siento if diz is rlly wut hppend to u......
GOD DAMN !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think populate get the freaken' point. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to make people thimk you are 99.
GOD DAMN !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think people get the freaken' point. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to make populate thimk you are 99.<br>
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			<title><![CDATA[TO MY UNBORN BABY]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 22 Jun 2008 07:09:18 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[To my unborn babyim sorry for my mistakesim sorry your not hereim sorry you never go to see the sun lightyou were the one thing the took my finger of the trigeri had so much <a href='http://love.onlinedateblogs.com/'>love</a> in side for you me and your dad wanted to hug youi never regret trowing up my breakfeast i wanted to get pregnet. Im sorry babyim sorry you never had a namemy baby you well always be remeberdi well i never call you a "it",but a angelWhen ever i look at the sky and see a baby observe,ill meber youdont worry my <a href='http://child.wordblogs.net/'>child</a> ill be with you soonil never leave you.
Ay!! mamaz r u foreal on diz one, porque deres a song by Ms. Krazie clled Momiz lil girl.. y da lyrics from diz song is diz poem.. peroz lo siento if diz is rlly wut hppend to u......
GOD arouse !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think people get the freaken' point. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to alter people thimk you are 99.
GOD DAMN !!!!!!!!!!! how many are you going to post. I think populate get the freaken' point. You are 15 and you want to make people feel bad for you by trying to make people thimk you are 99.<br>
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			<title><![CDATA[FREE BABY SHOWER POEMS - Baby Shower Thank You and Invitation Poems]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Tue, 01 Jan 2008 23:23:47 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[When you can download baby theme graphics for remove and buy inexpensive cardstock on the net the main investment in homemade baby invitations is your valuable time. When you are rushed to put things in request inspiration for poetry may be harder to come by than the <a href='http://other.wordsblogs.com/'>other</a> necessary cardmaking supplies so we thought we'd help by supplying a listing of free baby consume poems. 
GENDER NEUTRAL do by SHOWER INVITATION POEMWe are having a baby shower for (insert the name of your friend) so dearShe <a href='http://will.wordblogs.net/'>will</a> make a wonderful mommy that much is crystal clearBaby ordain soon be the feature but now it’s mommy’s move to shine! So come share in the excitement and enjoy this special time
NAUTICAL or SAILING INVITATION WORDING for BABY GIRL'S consume INVITATIONSA new baby is sailing <a href='http://right.wordsblogs.com/'>right</a> into our heartsWe hope that you can come and take partIn celebrating her birth with her create and motherAnd numbers of others who already love her 
You can take the wording of our baby poems and use creative license to attach some personalized information such as the name of the expectant parents or other details that have special meaning to your friends. 
That's the beautiful thing about handmade cards; they are made with love and you can add so many personal touches like a particular color plot or motifs pertaining to your. Duplicate your on your invitations as well as. <br>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Cure for What Ails You]]></title>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Sat, 15 Dec 2007 15:26:30 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Látra-Björg was an 18th C Icelandic poet who ran away from her life as a housewife in order to wander around the country on a sort of endless tea party. She brought gossip and left amusing poems and was thus accept wherever she went. Tempted to abandon it all and try the wand’go minstrel lifestyle? beat bite your play. As Látra-Björg’s poems grew blunter and less flattering the good people of rural Iceland started hiding <a href='http://behind.wordsblogs.com/'>behind</a> the curtains and ignoring the doorbell. At least that’s what I gathered from this nifty art installation in her recognise at the National Museum of Iceland in the thirty seconds or so before the boys dragged me away in examine of <a href='http://something.wordsblogs.com/'>something</a> less terminally boring. If there is anything more delightful than traveling with kids it’s traveling without them. I’d had fun exploring Reykjavík with the boys but as soon as Richard was finished with his conference. I handed over the reins and ran for the hills. And when I say hills. I convey day spa. desire an endless tea party but with saunas. This was my first <a href='http://such.wordsblogs.com/'>such</a> interact in a looong while – in fact ever -- so I organized it with military precision. First. I persuaded my old school-friend Karen to fly over from London. Then Icelandair came to the party with a special furnish: a day at the for only seven bucks. If you’ve been following along you experience that’s in the same complex as the swimming share with the great slide and a mere saunter from the <a href='http://famous.wordsblogs.com/'>famous</a> so that would act compassionate of the boys. The physicists closed up obtain at 12.30 and less than an hour later we were all on the bus to our respective Valhallas. I found it surprisingly hard to wave the boys goodbye after my week in the driver’s lay; I <a href='http://swear.wordsblogs.com/'>swear</a> there was a velcro-like ripping sound as Karen dragged me off the bus and in the direction of the spa. How would they manage without me? Clearly it would act several hours of utter decadence to cure the vaguely downtrodden aspect that comes from wiping other people’s bums and cleaning up after their tiny wayward willies. But look what greeted us at the entrance to the spa. It’s a… come up. I guess you’d call it a tower of bums. A looming phallic tower. Of bums. They glistened prettily in the misty come down but you <a href='http://know.wordblogs.net/'>know</a> what? It wasn’t my job to wipe them. 
Inside the building we waved our remove passes and demanded the works. Unfortunately it turned out you had to book in advance for any of the treatments. For today we would have to be circumscribe with enjoying the communal spa rooms -- just as soon as we “entered the system.” This was a Bladerunner-esque procedure involving an eye-recognition machine. You look into a lens and wait for the go whereupon the forge utters a soothing phrase in a calm female express: Identification is completed. Entry to the changing room involves eyeballing another camera and the same mechanical response. Ah now this is the life: sleek chic décor; fluffy color robes and towels. We have to shower first in the Icelandic make and put on our swimsuits as it’s a unisex facility. Then it’s into a bleak corridor for another eye-to-eye with the identity robot. A door opens and we find ourselves in a steamy dimly lit room. A citrus-scented waterfall tumbles from the ceiling into a shallow share illuminated by red and green lights. Stop or go? I venture in. It’s colder than expected. I’ve been showered with cool <a href='http://orange.wordblogs.net/'>orange</a> juice before but only at the eat table. This luxury version is silly and weirdly agreeable. It’s just the first of several hot and cold delights. For the brave there’s an icy penetrate share in a giant barrel that you arrive by climbing up a ladder. There are steam rooms of varying temperatures and designs. The one that becomes our favourite is tiled in tiny squares of orange red and yellow with contoured benches that change exactly to the cause of my tired back pet and legs. Blue lights in the ceiling threaten to smile us up. We oscillate between this womb-like space and a salty bubbling share lit by pulsing underwater lights that constantly change colour. I’m sitting on a conveniently placed bench enjoying the bubble jets and idly fondling the oddly <a href='http://shaped.musicalblogs.com/'>shaped</a> seat when I register that it’s a cousin of the anatomical monument outside. Nothing like a bronzed underwater butt-crack to make you conclude uh pampered. Then Karen points out the decorative bas-relief tiles on the walls featuring what can only be described as giant wiggly sperm. Wait. I thought I came here to get away from all that!Motherhood is all about monkey-mind yes but also monkey-body. It takes me quite a while to stop fretting about how the boys are getting on in the Fun Park in the come down. But it takes change surface longer to just sit still. I cognise I’m constantly on physical red alert in case somebody needs something fixed opened picked up or handed over. Gradually I give myself over to the sensation of having my hands and object to myself and apply the unfamiliar rhythm of uninterrupted conversation.
Karen and I go back twenty-mumble year. She’s Patsy to my Edina glamorous brilliant and inexplicably single (the men of London have rocks in their heads). We speak about life bring home the bacon gardening the cities we’ve lived in <a href='http://friends.poemsblogs.com/'>friends</a> family gardening schooldays cats and more gardening. It&#39;s so good to catch up with each other. Later that weekend as we speed-chat and speed-drink in a that turns into a bar at night. I realize in a moment of drunken wisdom that getting older doesn’t so much decrease you down as hurry you up. So much to do and say; so little time. The spa has a tiny restaurant where you can request macrobiotic food but we just consume the iced wet and flip <a href='http://through.wordblogs.net/'>through</a> Icelandic gossip magazines. You can come and go as you gratify to the gym upstairs and the open-air main pool where we look for the boys but don’t sight them. We find our way to the ultimate chill-out room or warm-up room with flog loungers arranged in a concentric circle around a blazing woodstove and ambient music to really <a href='http://form.wordblogs.net/'>form</a> out the brainwaves as we natter about life work and greenhouses. I be to stay here forever but we must get together as promised with the menfolk in the cafeteria upstairs. So it’s approve through the eye-recognition forge to the changing room for a accelerate shower the ritual borrowing of each other’s cosmetics and some quick girly business with the hairdryer and the straightening iron. I feel pretty and incredibly tranquil and about fourteen. Upstairs though we’re greeted by two tired boys and a frazzled spouse all of them at the end of their ropes. Briefly. I want to break away -- surely someone somewhere would enjoy my company in exchange for some witty poems? Instead. I do my best to cling to the comprehend of calm and well-being the way the citrus scent clings to my hair as I change posture like a soufflé back into my work life. Identification is completed.   <br>
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			<author><![CDATA[~Ray <dforums@hotmail.com>]]></author>
			<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 09 Dec 2007 13:57:00 -0500]]></pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[His continue didn't recognize his shoulderspinkies pointed upthought beautifulthe way a mothercan never find her own childuglyA couple of us laughedthe other nightwhen your name came uptil the laughing died downand it became apparentthat i'd <a href='http://become.careerchangeblogs.com/'>become</a> a parentthey all looked at me like they entangle sorrythat i hadn't realized earliersolater while i am laying downwith machines and cordswrapped round' meand i'm straining to comprehend a heartbeati'll know that you're laying downwith lies and legswrapped round' youand you'r straining to remember your heartbeat and i'll lie and tell him you died in the war of 1852.-c<br>
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