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My Lady

My lady I see her face so clearly Complete without a vice Her every thought is purity She comes my way yet thrice Have seen her in a waking dream Felt her kindness on me fall Ageless beauty, peaches cream Her loving me enthrals No name, as yet unmet, the lady has But no cause to fret about Old friend from, fore the dawn of time I have no never doubt. Don Johnson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/9/2011 3:42:00 PM
Thought I needed some 'Don' reads tonight...thoroughly mysterious...luv shannon
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Date: 11/9/2011 1:36:00 AM
Whew! Awesome read, I enjoy these poems Thanks hugs Anita
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Date: 11/6/2011 9:46:00 AM
This is a very special write, pure and dynamic, joyous to feel the very words flow into my heart. I love the feel of this write, each and every word imprinted inside of me I hold this poem graciously in me. What a great poem Don, I love it!!
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Date: 11/6/2011 6:17:00 AM
Fortunately, as we get older, imagination and reality sort of blend into one. That's a good thing. Hang onto her, she sounds a winner.
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Date: 11/7/2011 1:24:00 AM
Well here in the hall i saw her once, an amourous visitor, very friendly. and at bunnings she stood there with adoration in her eyes, staring, up close to me, i spoke to her said she was Bobby...i was very scruffy on the day and a bit embarassed to be getting the attention from her....at a loss for words really....so i left her standing there? next time will be different.
Date: 11/6/2011 5:18:00 AM
If she turns out to be my older sister let me know. I don't have an older sister but ever since I was a little kid I've dreamt of her. I used to ask my mom about her and mom would tell me that she might be out there. Tony
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Date: 11/7/2011 1:27:00 AM
I'll ask f she is your older sis, this pretty little lovely miss, perhaps my madness will bring bliss, when Bobby calls its class dismissed:)

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