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Post by twistedangel on Jan 20, 2016 3:44:09 GMT -5
At a place where two rivers meet stands solitary wooden seat
Aged dark green paint flaked bare wood weathered as bone
Essence of many haunt
First kisses break ups and tears at least 4 suicides sat pondering Occasional wedding photos
There's energy here as idle swans drift toward tranquil small weir
How memories linger How they fade Beholden to this spot that once held AEthelflAEd
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Post by twistedangel on Jan 30, 2016 8:25:20 GMT -5
Cheers GG...an cool you know who she is lol...did you Google ? Yeah I gotta say I love some of the old Saxon names kinda poetic in their own way
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