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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Early Morning Wind
[time] => 2007-10-27 01:17:30
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[bodytext] => I awaken this morning The wind was a bit crisp I had nothing to do So I snuggle under my Warm blanket and began To get an extra nod.. It felt as if the wind had Extra fingers the way he Strummed through my Hair.. He sang my song with Style.. This perfect stranger of Whom I never meet.. But he knew my life as if he Was, Reading me from a book.. It made stand and take notice This perfect stranger knew Me so well, Leaving me flushed, wanting Him to finish.. And move on his way... The wind was a bit crisp.. As I snuggle under my warm Blanket... To get an extra nod... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 14 [informant] => honey56 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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