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I wish I hadn't returned your ring.

5 Comments

  1. Jenn Jenn
    November 25, 2008    

    Sounds like you could use a hug girl 🙂

    ((hug))

  2. Rodney Rodney
    November 26, 2008    

    *big hug*

  3. artjewl artjewl
    November 26, 2008    

    Thanks, you two. Seriously. 🙂

    Zila – any new baby pictures?

  4. Rodney Rodney
    November 27, 2008    

    Yes, updated shutterfly yesterday.

    that’s serrahines.shutterfly.com, for the record. 🙂

  5. Ginger Ginger
    November 27, 2008    

    wow. make that a group hug. ((hugs))

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

Poetry by Julie Ann Cook!

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