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    <title>LingersInSilence</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2004.</copyright>
    <category>Friends</category>
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      <title>Time</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/39.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2004 02:25:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Time




The amorphous matters of time 

triggers the onset,

it takes no shape like others

who shivers in the sight, 

the second hand ticks away

wasting the precious jewel,

time, and adament force

it's existence is known

quite wide spread through out

but with fate in our hands

we lead on with our doubt 

erratic changes spring upon us 

it often assuages the pain

which comes along with time

secrets of time, still remain arcane



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      <title>Is this me? No i cant be</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 03:23:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The mirror for her




I look in the mirror and what do i see?

Good grief there's an old person looking at me,



She must have stuck in there and took my place,

Oh my God! What has she done to my face?



She's got it all wrinkled, so different to me,

When i think of myself that is NOT what i see.



I dont understand. What has she done,

Oh wait, now i see, that lady is my mum!

 



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      <title>whats on the outside isnt as important than whats on the inside</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 03:01:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Boobs

Oh I wish I had boobs that would wobble

Mine just stay still in one place

In the breast hall of fame

You won't see my name

For my boobs there would be a disgraceSure boobs of my size have their merit

They're easy to fit with a bra

And when I go for a dip

You won't see one slip…out

They stay put…just where they are 
And I'm not one to seek much attention

So you won't find me strutting about

In a boob tube that's trying

by gravity defying

to leave no room, not even for doubtBut I sure envy big breasted women

I've seen them at parties you know

With all... (more)</description>
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      <title>desire</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/36.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 02:46:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>First Date



He asked me out on our first date

The excitement was intense

As we faced each other in the car

He seemed a little tense.
I think I made him nervous

He had a silly grin

His leg was shaking just a bit

I got beneath his skin.
I couldn't see why he would be

So anxious with me there

I sidled up against him

And fondled with his hair.
His breathing it was shallow

Some sweat dripped from his brow

My hand ran up his leg a little

I think I heard him growl.
It was so good to see him

I thought he would be too

But his pulse it was a racin'

I think he's... (more)</description>
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      <title>is this a real mirror?</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/35.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2004 20:49:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Mirror Mirror 



Mirror mirror on the wall 

do you have to tell it all?

Where do you get the glaring light 

to make my clothes look just too tight?
I think I'm fine but I can see

you won't cooperate with me. 

The way you let the shadows play 

you'd think my hair was turning grey.
What's that you say, a double chin?

No that's the way the light comes in. 

If you persist in peering so 

you'll confiscate my facial glow.
And then if you're not hanging straight 

you'll tell me next I'm gaining weight. 

I'm really quite upset with you 

for giving this distorted... (more)</description>
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      <title>Friendship is a weird thing</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 02:10:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Friendship Is A Strange Thing
Friendship is a strange thing

we find ourselves telling each

other the deepest details of our lives

things we don't even share with our

families who raised us





But what is a friend? A confidant? A lover?

A fellow email junkie?

A shoulder to cry on? an ear to listen? a heart to feel?

A friend is all these things...and more.

No matter where we met,

I call you friend. A word so small yet so large in feeling

a word filled with emotion.





It is true great things come in small packages.

Once the package of friendship has been... (more)</description>
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      <title>This is a touching story that will make you cry.</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 02:05:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 
 


Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, &quot;I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Size of Your Heart</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2004 02:00:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The Size of Your Heart
 


 
It isn't the size of your house as such,

That matters so much at all,

It's the gentle hand and its loving touch,

That make it great or small.
 

 
The friends who come and the hour they go,

When they from your house depart,

Will judge you not by the style you show,

But rather by the size of your heart.
 

 
It isn't the size of your head so much,

And it isn't the wealth you've found,

What will make you happy is how you touch

The other lives all around.
 

 
For making money is not so hard,

But to live life well is an art.

How... (more)</description>
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      <title>ABC's of ex-girlfriends</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/31.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2004 02:39:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The ABC's of ex-girlfriends...
A is for Arteries. You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn't care for you you twit she was only after your money and could have given a shit about you.
B is for Bitter. Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!!
C is for Call ya later. She won't. She never has before.
D is for Dumped. Does D need to be... (more)</description>
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      <title>a love poem</title>
      <link>http://lingersinsilence.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2004 03:20:18 GMT</pubDate>
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I love you 

will you be my true love?

this is no fairy tale

this is a dream come true

so will you be my lover?

i will sleigh every dragon that comes from the sea, core, or china

i will risk my life for your love

so tell me so ture do you love me too?

because i will do anything for you

for you to love me is all i ask

(got down on one knee) will you marry me?

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