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Richard

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The women he loved
« on: March 23, 2009, 04:26:40 PM »
When I Met the Woman He Loved

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amotwell

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #1 on: March 24, 2009, 12:06:50 AM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #2 on: March 24, 2009, 02:06:40 PM »
with worn memory and hands

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #3 on: March 28, 2009, 02:48:04 PM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

jpd

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #4 on: April 05, 2009, 01:23:38 AM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

I could see why he loved her
My weary eyes could

Father Luke

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #5 on: April 06, 2009, 04:28:32 AM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

I could see why he loved her
My weary eyes could

trace the years in the lines of her hand.
I looked at him, and then at her.

jpd

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #6 on: April 19, 2009, 01:18:17 PM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

I could see why he loved her
My weary eyes could

trace the years in the lines of her hand.
I looked at him, and then at her.
His knowing smiles and subtle cues
Her graceful poise and timeless manner

I could see why he loved her
My teary eyes could


Father Luke

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #7 on: April 22, 2009, 03:42:54 AM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

I could see why he loved her
My weary eyes could  trace the years
in the lines of her hand.

I looked at him, and then at her.

His knowing smiles and subtle cues,
her graceful poise and timeless manner.

I could see why he loved her.
My teary eyes could . . .


. . . see the many years in the corners of their mouths
as they smiled in one another's presence.

jpd

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Re: The women he loved
« Reply #8 on: April 27, 2009, 09:18:47 PM »
When I met the woman he loved,
I, the woman with whom he lived
with worn memory and hands
Could only smile with wonder

I could see why he loved her
My weary eyes could trace the years
in the lines of her hand

I looked at him, and then at her

His knowing smiles and subtle cues,
her graceful poise and timeless manner

I could see why he loved her
My teary eyes could see
the many years in the corners of their mouths
as they smiled in one another's presence

Her journey long and arduous
An ocean and a continent traveled
To appraise the woman with whom he'd lived
His bride to be


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