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Divine Mime!!!

SA says:
I have been a bad friend
Done things I cannot mend
Damn, I didn't want that to rhyme
Now I'm left with a poem that's turning into a mime!

PS says:
Bad or good only time can tell,
In the end all's always well,
for we are just puppets in the hand divine,
what you did was inspired by time!

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debu said…
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July 27, 2009 at 11:23 PM
debu said…
Well said buddy what a rhyme..!!!
But whatever U do is always so fine...
JB*^.^*
July 27, 2009 at 11:24 PM
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