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Date Posted: 10:17:39 03/27/04 Sat
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: AC8BA807.ipt.aol.com / 172.139.168.7
Subject: Hapless Torn

Tear me, ever; O� Lady

Gently, those softened heights
I always must, wonder; so tethered

This woven weave I bear
think crisp, in chills
harsh air

The intrinsic music
that shall field always
the grandest sparks; loose
upon so fragile a simmered water
clear; makes no distinguishing marks
in air; as so blaring a range

The mountains loons
so far this endless valley,
churns

like the perception of waves larks
so flown; the winds of seashore grown
ever called majestic

and winds, in the highlands that will always
respect her; hear, that bliss of hidden intrinsic weave; lit

like slim candles deceived; that row, that line
the base of mountains:

a fire traced, that will never quite mention
her own, brand of trances

Elegance is a touch; the skins belongings;
and so, the tongue knows; the harbor in fact, grows
in groove to the wonderings, of the winding sun

a forefront of flat, skies disguise
pocked
as cobs -

Webs; among the scattered layered slates;
a sidewalk nice and clean, awaiting for her
soon, in front, small spiders eyes

They glance ever in their soft forms; the sorrow
ever; their recall

that small nourishment will fall, if ever
they to

survive, the slain ness of the hive

a tender bee is watching hears
rudiments; the hearts fears; so beside
another, set wandering eyes
and a bees song to;

climb heavens skies

That must �

know no clouded weave,
save the structure of the fern

her head, as an earn
colored, dabbed
away; it, must turn

Hence, the wonder of another day,
In wandering song

Slims the travails line
captured inside,

the halls glow, so often yellow
as fishes, winded starken caves
of a sea

bent on keeping;
the quaint deal they have made
and of course, the walls won�t listen
nor rocks inside �

that weaves too
of seas striation

Lift more sore, the haloes; they there; they holler;
that marsh, lone; the dampened; an olive shell, torn
virginities tree; and five leaves are shaken

Who dwells, so much near
the furlongs, mapped

by the roadside

Her sleek traps now in mud�s,
relieves aching,

and the moon soft overhead,
to cast a soft shadow

The wires her dread
never told too

you, nor any
just; a winded sky�s
environment, that is gone

She has taken the wind
that went along with her

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Re: Hapless Torn -- ashley owen smith, 12:06:06 03/27/04 Sat