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Judie Almer Poem
there are many maps of life both within and in the pages; it is you that ultimate
chooses the paths of the maps you take. the maps are a guide to your future ;
some retain old information held inside. others are newer fresher ;sometimes
just new to others like you. our atlas of home started the guidance; you have to
chose which route to take. i hope you find the best way; i hope you live by this
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upon the throes of passion i lay before you now; i am not certain how to come to
thee. i do know that we must meet. so with my hand i have written to you a note ,
just scrap to tell you where you may meet me. i will await your visit and hope that
you will come. i will be despondent if this is not so. please come to me my
fairest lady i will hold your hand for thee. if a kiss should happen upon us i will
decidely worship this. i know we can only have this chance. it is all for best for
both of us. i thank you forcoming in my dreams; where i hold you dearly to me. i
am just a fair boy and you a lady and such. dreaming is what you make it and i
have the best dream of us. perhaps again you'll come to me as i lay on my bed
to rest. this way no one can take you away; nor wiser will they be. i can always
cherish the nights with you and give you all my best.
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she came blasting thru the door as if driven.
she looked down and around and with abound.
there was no mercy she was mad as hell.
those who looked knew it well.
nothing like a woman on a war path;
everyone scatters and fast.
in her wake was destruction;
that would last and last.
please remember the next time;
no one is free from her blast.
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