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IF you stand by my side,then you can lean on me I will care for you, throught the rough &bad; times, Stand by myside,and I'LLpromise to love you forever, Stand by my side,and I will show you a rainbow after a good nights rain. Standby my side,I can protect you from the devil himself!. IF ,you stand by my side,I'LL, even pull out a star from the skies above,and give it to you . Stand by my side,and we can watch the sunset . Stand by my side .and ILLgive you the world. Stand by my side ,and I promise to never hurt you. Lean on me ,for I am strong. Stand by my side ,and together we can make dreams come true ,with just one snap ofour fingers. I can promise you'll never cry anymore or ever be alone again. Stand by my side,and I;LLgive you paridise, But all I want in return,is your love! SO please wont you stand by my side?.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 7:04 AM UTC
STAND BY MY SIDE
for Richard Shepherd who wrote to tell me one of my babies, (1) made him: “Oh my, speechless” my stated aim, my purposed gain, is to write of only love poetry, oh too human am I, going astray the most human contributory trick, is when “she,” temptation, oft cajoles, “this way please” and I easygoing and submit obligingly your words spontaneous, mark & make me, likewise spit out gratitude of words simple, informing you that you are too, too kind, then pause reflective does such a thing even exist? bemusedly, smiling silent at my silliness, as I debate~contemplate, the potent notion if kindness can ever be measured as in excess, by what  measuring cup system could we contrive to ascertain if there be lines drawn, for the most best of human attributes? it is Monday Morning and such silly peculiarities have no busily business populating my gray matter, but compulsory demands state forthright you cannot retreat from this windrowed wonderland hedgerow, for when seeing these deep waters, can easy sink a poet for a funking, dunking, nay, a drowning! but I am only dancing around the edges of a fire upon the beach, and gingerly admit that there is no limitation to this conceptual, can we be too human, could one ever not say your loving, your essences~senses fragrant, are airborne and therefore unlimited, beneath this shared sky~sphere. yet never my intent to rob a human of the power of speech *but this statement of de~unlimited awe too much, and therefore my understanding deepens, when and what a heart feels is without definition, without lineage, every time reborn, and my loving of your kind words, overflowing will be my principled purpose this day that every person whose path intersects mine, shall be greeted with the tools in my possession, which thanks to you, are identified as an undefined unlimited too, too much kindness and my one job is to be a proof of this raison d'être for all ofour existences* this hen issue now resolved, be a lovely au naturel love poem and obedient to my only truest mission
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Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
too, too kind. (if such thing exists)
for Richard Shepherd who wrote to tell me one of my babies, (1) made him: “Oh my, speechless” my stated aim, my purposed gain, is to write of only love poetry, oh too human am I, going astray the most human contributory trick, is when “she,” temptation, oft cajoles, “this way please” and I easygoing and submit obligingly your words spontaneous, mark & make me, likewise spit out gratitude of words simple, informing you that you are too, too kind, then pause reflective does such a thing even exist? bemusedly, smiling silent at my silliness, as I debate~contemplate, the potent notion if kindness can ever be measured as in excess, by what  measuring cup system could we contrive to ascertain if there be lines drawn, for the most best of human attributes? it is Monday Morning and such silly peculiarities have no busily business populating my gray matter, but compulsory demands state forthright you cannot retreat from this windrowed wonderland hedgerow, for when seeing these deep waters, can easy sink a poet for a funking, dunking, nay, a drowning! but I am only dancing around the edges of a fire upon the beach, and gingerly admit that there is no limitation to this conceptual, can we be too human, could one ever not say your loving, your essences~senses fragrant, are airborne and therefore unlimited, beneath this shared sky~sphere. yet never my intent to rob a human of the power of speech *but this statement of de~unlimited awe too much, and therefore my understanding deepens, when and what a heart feels is without definition, without lineage, every time reborn, and my loving of your kind words, overflowing will be my principled purpose this day that every person whose path intersects mine, shall be greeted with the tools in my possession, which thanks to you, are identified as an undefined unlimited too, too much kindness and my one job is to be a proof of this raison d'être for all ofour existences* this hen issue now resolved, be a lovely au naturel love poem and obedient to my only truest mission
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