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'tiptoe'

You tiptoed in where I didn’t want you You crossed the line and made me miss you You are on my mind more often each day I guess you did get it right to make me feel your love
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/30/2012 1:02:00 AM
Yes, you did it right Wilma......Sweet and lovely written poem, love it. - Have a lovely new week in sunshine and love. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise
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Date: 4/29/2012 5:33:00 AM
like this Wilma, love can be so complex sometmes, hope you are ok. harry
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Date: 4/26/2012 4:43:00 PM
The best things happen unexpectedly eh Wilma, A sweet way to say it! Love your new picture, it shines! :)
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Date: 4/24/2012 5:22:00 AM
james<----love sick puppy here ! *smiles* I pray the "tiptoes" become the sounds of Timberlands, you look forward to hear each day ! Have a wonderful week dear poet ! Much love, james
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Date: 4/23/2012 8:41:00 PM
Wilma, your verse is very beautiful... love rises every day. and as much as we don't want it... it walks in without permission. I like the sound of one doing something right... love what a feeling, that creeps up when not wanted...enjoyed..pd
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Date: 4/23/2012 4:02:00 PM
That sneaky little thief of hearts. Who steals your love and then departs. There is no law against this thing. But I think the punishment should be a ring.
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Date: 4/23/2012 2:53:00 PM
Yeah, I'm with Debra....that sneaky lil guy! I sense a dramatic shift in your poetry on this topic...STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF "Wilma's L-O-V-E P-O-E-T-R-Y! " Fun to see this unfolding....Gwendolen
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Date: 4/23/2012 11:21:00 AM
sneakey !!! lol Enjoyed this !!
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