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YOU Your touch on my skin lifts me up to fall again. in a simmering fire that lifts my soul higher and higher. Your lips taste like wine so rich and fine as you sip at mine. Their flavor is intoxicating Pure bliss in the making. My heart shatters in pieces My cares released. Your whispers in my ear calm my greates fears. letting me float down so your arms can surround me. The beat of your heart makes me live again in a new world in a new part. The sound let me know I am safe from the cold.. The warmth of your body protects me from all harm like a lucky charm. Letting me believe I can give my love and be free. Sherrie 9/3/99 |
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New Day The day begins with a chore I can't do I must be fresh and new. How can I be fresh when I feel old? How can I be new when I am so cold? The morning progresses throwing me more tests. All I want to do is hide away and let the day fade leaveing me to rest. I know what I must do but I don't know away too pronounce the words I'm required to say. Do I stay calm? Or do I let my anger show? I've never done this so I really don't know. You took advantage you went too far You left me her alone I know you were called home but did you have to go so far? I have to let you go But I have to let you know How much I'm love you How empty my days will be How lonely my nights will seem Wait for me Darling Some day we will be together again And we will walk in the wind As two just as we've alway been Sherrie 9/1/1999 |
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What can I say How can I explain how you make me feel this way? The touch of your flesh deep in my mind silky smooth and fine. What can I say to tell you why the sky fills with fire and my heart cries filled with desire from the image in my mind. What can I say to express my need to thinks and to feel the rush of heat your hello to me makes it all real, and so sweet. What can I say to make sure you stay in my dreams in my world in the scheme of my days? All I can say Is I love you in away No one has made me feel before or since you became real. Sherrie 10/23/99 |
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In Memory of all the children who have died in school shootings. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Please stop the abuse!!!! Report suspisions to the police. Don't let another child live or die in fear | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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