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  1. The glittering eye that sparks my heart,
    The twinkling smile that touches my soul,

    And as we make love through words and names,
    She flutters her angel wings, ready to go,

    I call out to her to make her stop,
    Beckoning to the other side, my life, she whispers,”Pssst…Let’s go.”.

  2. Would tend to agree….

    Everything is double -edged and nothing is passe..
    The ripeness of a fruit is judged by the season but the ripeness of a seed is judged by the moment…
    Everything that is surreal has a base which is as close to reality as reality itself….
    I would like to hear you spell my name…
    Not because i have echos which sound same….
    But becos i too like the game
    In those squares, beyond carefree hassless of a life so lame…..

    u know the signature, dont u????cheers