Something

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it is,
was,
just something

something to reignite
the dampened flame

something to make me
laugh again

something to hold on to
for a few moments

something to breathe
the life back into me

something to smell,
touch and arch into

something to lose,
as quickly as was found

just something

Comments

  1. Rick2:37 am, January 12, 2011

    Sara
    we build our lives on little
    somethings.
    they make us
    but they don't
    we make them
    then move on
    ~rick

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  2. Rock Chef9:26 am, January 12, 2011

    Now I am trying to work out what the something is!

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  3. family affairs10:15 am, January 12, 2011

    OOOH have you had a shag??? Lx

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  4. ADDY10:29 am, January 12, 2011

    My mind is running riot about what the something could be.....

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  5. Between Me and You10:42 am, January 12, 2011

    Eventually, there`ll be a something that means more than a quick roll in the sack ever could - until then, at least you know your plumbing still works!

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  6. Daryl2:56 pm, January 12, 2011

    I say enjoy whatever it is for however long it lasts .. learn, grow and enjoy some more

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  7. family affairs4:40 pm, January 12, 2011

    YAY!!! Is all I'm going to say on the matter Lx

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  8. Suburbia6:02 pm, January 12, 2011

    I am hoping another something arrives soon, gives pleasure and lasts longer

    Hugs

    X

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  9. Maggie May8:01 pm, January 12, 2011

    I want to know what that something was/is!
    Hope you get a repeat performance!
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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  10. Lo8:41 pm, January 12, 2011

    I love your lovely poem......no need to define the 'something".

    Perfect just as it is.

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  11. Moannie10:26 pm, January 12, 2011

    A bit like the Mistral...blows in, brings cooling relief...then blows back to whence it came.

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  12. Saz2:53 pm, January 13, 2011

    ah yes I should rename it the Mistral Ma!!



    xxx

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