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The morning sunlight shines warm our blanket like a curtain reveals a beautiful show a stage with encores ~not for contest~ couldn't help but write one..

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Date: 1/5/2011 12:46:00 PM
Love it, but then beauty is not hard to love.
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Date: 1/3/2011 6:45:00 AM
Well this would probably have won if you could enter lol.. Enjoyed this smokey write Mr. F, love Wilma
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Date: 1/3/2011 4:19:00 AM
What a way to start out my New Year reading such exceptional poetry. Thank you for starting the new year out with us sharing your wonderful poetry Michael. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/2/2011 7:09:00 PM
Whoa.....no need for an electric blanket!! LOL !! Good one!! ~ love, Carrie
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Date: 1/2/2011 8:34:00 AM
Candid fire Michael! Beautiful expressions of "spicy". Love it! Good luck in the contest... Lay
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Date: 1/2/2011 8:29:00 AM
thats a good one. another very visual poem. you have some awesome talent. and again thanks for lookin at my stuff, i greatly appreciate it, nick
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Date: 1/2/2011 8:00:00 AM
A wonderful write you have penned. Good luck in the contest. Caryl
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Date: 1/2/2011 7:44:00 AM
oh wonderful and would have been a top winner for me luv.. ... .. how about those boys in blue today.. will they go out on a win??? what do u think they will do with Coughlin now??? what a Season luv..enjoy W.K. from J.G. with luv always and forever more...
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Date: 1/2/2011 6:46:00 AM
If I could enter my own co sponsored contest with Linda, this would be it...lol Couldn't resist.. Thanks for all the great entries so far, this will be hard to judge for sure....luv Michael
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