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Post by storyteller on Dec 24, 2015 3:47:55 GMT
I wrote your name in the sand,
But the waves washed it away.
Then I wrote it in the sky,
But the wind blew it away.
So I wrote it in my heart,
And that's where it will stay.
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Post by Admin on Dec 25, 2015 2:52:09 GMT
You flatter me, Sir.
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Post by storyteller on Dec 25, 2015 3:00:30 GMT
So I've gone from "sweet mystery person" to " Sir"? I'm not so sure I like this progression.
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Post by Admin on Dec 25, 2015 3:05:47 GMT
I didn't mean it to offend. Quite the contrary, I meant it in respect and reverence. You make me smile, you make my heart swell and lighten my step. Let me try again.
You flatter me, my dear sweet anonymous.
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Post by storyteller on Dec 25, 2015 3:12:35 GMT
I don't search for compliments my lovely. I merely do not wish to bother you should you find my writings an annoyance. My heart simply cannot contain the joy I feel in knowing you.
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Post by Admin on Dec 26, 2015 5:01:16 GMT
You could never bother me, especially not with your words.
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