Smiles
Smilespay botox
to be
wrinkle free
Wrinkles
would I pay
for smiles
to see
Smiles
Smiles10-30-2009
07-28-2009
07/28/2009
07-28-2009
07/28/2009
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07-23-2009
SpiritSong commented on Smiles
07-12-2009
07/13/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Whispered Promises | 2 | 08/17/2009 |
Crying Tears | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
Beauty | 2 | 07/27/2009 |
The scale | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
Foolishness | 2 | 07/26/2009 |
In the Silence | 3 | 07/20/2009 |
Humiliation | 2 | 07/17/2009 |
Wear's the Shape? (For my friend Jill) | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
Poetry | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
Smiles | 5 | 07/03/2009 |
Red White and Blue | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
Hypocrisy | 5 | 07/02/2009 |
Observation | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
Laughter | 3 | 06/29/2009 |
The Circle | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
Dear Robert Frost | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
The Face | 2 | 06/28/2009 |
Ugly Weed | 3 | 06/28/2009 |
Losing Her Mind | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
Anger | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
Truth Revealed | 3 | 06/26/2009 |
My Day | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
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