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Kailashana
Kailashana
Dec 12, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

wardrobe malfunction

some folks are born famous
and there are no walls painted in verdigris
no fences to carry into the desert of recollection
or free association;
little boys and girls
who leave crumbs in the forest,
are eaten by the wicked witch--
no one taught them about hungry birds
and which path of exploration would bring
them safely home,
so every once in a while
the lost boys of never-never land
meet Alcott's little women, share a cup
of tea, just then when the boys are learning
some table manners, and the girls are learning
how to build forts made from green trees,
the Mad Hatter appears on the scene
with the white-gloved, pink-eyed white rabbit,
rails
against Alice for breaking and entering,
and we're all going down
another worm hole,
truth is always stranger than fiction
and the simplest explanation is probably as
true as the next one.



— Kailashana, Dec 12, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Mum

Lousia May allcotts litle women was one of the first books I ever read broke my heart but brilliant ... and this poem is wonderful I predict it shall shine like a star ... as it should and as you do ... your an amazing woman I am ever thankful to have you as part of our lives love you Jayne x x
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

" Love never breaks connections."

No so true, not dreams but real, and love goes on forever, I have never found it otherwise, one may not be able to share all, but then we are individuals and need to have our space, its in violations of this space that love can be taxed in its patient constancy, yet it will always be there like a beautiful stepping stone placed with infinite care for you to tread on, and on towards the inevitable future that binds us all together as lovers in the end. What a lovely wander on the stepping stones of other's thoughts, woven into fairy tales of life, you are indeed a mother, a mother of wonderful mothers, a lover of life; and love being the centre of all worth and worth for every man woman and child, we are all embraced in this poem, you always are so warm and loving dear sister. Love to my sister Anna, from the troll-bound Ann of Norway.
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bjp

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Anna,

Pretty blood good! Indeed, terrific! Brian
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lyz

16 years 5 months ago

Ditto

Above comments show they enjoyed this too. Well done dear Anna. Love from Lyz. XX