Kurt | 3 Jan 2007 01:13

pric 03-Jan-2007


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Kurt | 2 Jan 2007 10:05

price_02-Jan-2007


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Kurt | 2 Jan 2007 05:29

price_02-Jan-2007


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Kurt | 1 Jan 2007 16:15

pric 02-Jan-2007


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Kurt | 19 Dec 2006 05:16

price_ 18-Dec-2006


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Gshapiro | 19 Dec 2006 04:17
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Kurt | 8 Aug 2006 13:23

Love you with all my heart!

Click to attachment to load a picture
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
O f almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When ! stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


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Kurt | 7 Aug 2006 06:31

Love you with all my heart!

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I woke up in a white room
with white lace curtains.
Snow covered landscape;
I
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Kurt | 3 Aug 2006 14:08

Love you with all my heart!

Click to attachment to load a picture
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of alm ost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff ! and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


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Kurt | 3 Aug 2006 09:48

Love you with all my heart!

Click to attachment to load a picture
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore ! and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


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Kurt | 30 Jul 2006 10:11

Come Be With Me, my Love!

Click to attachment to load a picture
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too muc h love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore! and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


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