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Her ears listened with a cat's interest

At the birds of my thoughts

As they fluttered clumsily

Past my faulty lips.

It was my mind's intent

To string its pearls of wisdom

And passion's soft petals

Upon the path of her heart

But what passed the pallet

And tripped over the tongue

Were mere mumblings

Forever falling aimlessly

Into the abyss

I wished I could find.

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Sometimes what we want to say just doesn't come out.

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©19 February 2002 - 4:55pm — michael
30 September 2003 - 8:01pm — Marlene (not verified)
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I think so far, I like this one the best. M

20 February 2002 - 7:24pm — onelilartist
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Very well put, and familiar in its content. I write much better than I speak.
Jessica

19 February 2002 - 5:26pm — Melissa Rives (not verified)
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This is extremely lovely language, and so well written on a topic everyone can relate to. "Her ears listened with a cat's interest At the birds of my thoughts As they fluttered clumsily Past my faulty lips." I really loved those lines....and this flowed so smoothly.