ThorbArt Presents

    In the time of now   

we all think to be ourselve
            then like all the ones before
    for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
            nope      
    or        not like a rope dangling    
        off the limb of an old oak
    fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
   if weakness prevails.


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i miss
that morning smile
the gentle nudge
the confidant style

i miss
those long lazy walks
exploring thing
not having to talk

i miss
dinners for two
nothing on t.v.
just me and you

I miss
sitting on a log
out in the forest
me and my dog.

originally Msg: 3932 First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/10/2008 8:55:38 AM


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