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Wishing Wells

I keep throwing dimes an nickles in wells, you would laugh if I were to tell, so I'll hold the key and I'll never sell, Just like when you hold my heart in your hand, It makes me melt just watching you stand, sometimes I even pretend in my daydreams that you were sent to rescue me, like some kind of prince charming, Or some hero in fairy tale. oh and when you look back my way its so easy For me to forget what I needed to say I know its going to be okay and tonight will be just great And while I'm still wondering, still thinking how can this be that this river runs so deep that you say your always going to be so in love with me while time passes by so fast 3 years celebrated a love intertwined was meant to last. I no longer need to throw dimes and nickles in wells, so here's the key ask me and I may reveal all my desires and hidden secrets

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/31/2012 12:28:00 PM
A lovely poem Jane. - You write very well. - - Have a nice afternoon. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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Jane Kostman
Date: 10/31/2012 4:03:00 PM
thank you, Hope you have a great day
Date: 10/26/2012 7:27:00 AM
What a beautiful day to sit and read the many diverse poems here at the Soup. I am so happy yours were among the ones I am able to read today Jane. I hope your weekend is exciting and so full of life and that you might find even more inspiration to write. Love, Carol XXXX
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Jane Kostman
Date: 10/26/2012 8:16:00 AM
Thank you Carol your kind words always make my day! Sometime I run out of time and can not write because college is taking a lot of time out of me. In fact Monday is final week and I got lots to write to get good grades. It's always a pleasure to see you..glad that you came by and hope to see you again soon! HUGS, Jane

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