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After Eight Moments…

                    Falling in love is like eating mushrooms, you never know if it’s the real thing, until it’s too late!  – Bill Ballance       If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on late blooming mushrooms.  

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From the other side…

    Just a piece of paper Lacking your Handwriting, lacking The answers to questions So long lingering In the back of my Head, the back of my Mind… Wondering why They have chased you, And left you cowardly Behind. It’s been a long time, And I never cared to Blame that they couldn’t Trust…… Continue reading From the other side…

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Special… – FFFC

    She had soon noticed that her child was special. Very early in her life, Lara had shown a different temper and a way to behave that was miles away from the other kids. For one thing, Lara had never been a cuddling baby.  She didn’t enjoy being held for a long time. Growing…… Continue reading Special… – FFFC

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Butterfly Miss…

  Take this Butterfly kiss, Kiss me, make me Your Butterfly Miss, Miss the spot, aim Again, and again And once more… Blow ever so Softly, blow My wings spread Widely across your Bedroom skies… I’ll paint every wall With fairy dust lies! Be my sun, be My full moon… Whisper my name And I…… Continue reading Butterfly Miss…

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Taste of Summer…

  Feed me Late blooming Sunflowers… Sweet Dawn dipped Rumors… There will be Time plenty For Autumn regrets. I’m forgiving But not quite the kind To forget. Let Winter Sway its way Back home… Cold long nights Wishing and hoping You just weren’t gone. But in the meanwhile Put on your sexy Sun glasses’ smile,…… Continue reading Taste of Summer…

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At bay…

  You have no idea… The efforts I make, hiding Behind the mask Circling, always far enough Always in your back Safe from a quick look Over you shoulder, My shoe soles stained, With the dried blood Of those who tried To love you, in vain… Your voice floats Luring souls like Fire attracts moths…… Continue reading At bay…

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Shooting star…

  As I lay down, in the back of my pickup truck, with only my coat rolled tight to rest my head on, I thought of you… The sky was clear, and the city far, far away. I couldn’t even see its glare on the horizon anymore. The sun had set a long time ago,…… Continue reading Shooting star…