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Web Identity Mary Weeks. She never compromises, loves babies and surprises Wears high heels when she exercises Ain't that beautiful -Train ♥. E- MAIL. mkweeks@gmail.com wacko528@aol.com. Pictures & Poetry: Facebook. It’s December Poem By: Mary Weeks Bleak December
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Web Identity Mary Weeks She never compromises, loves babies and surprisesWears high heels when she exercisesAin't that beautiful-Train ♥
E- MAIL mkweeks@gmail.com wacko528@aol.com
Pictures & Poetry: Facebook It’s December Poem By: Mary Weeks Bleak December Out the window Snow covered Antarctica I go back to July Warm rays touch raw sunburn Sweet burn of love It tingled. It disappeared. Flash back over Red room, red door. Wilted used to be red rose lying on the floor. Crying so hard can’t breathe… Laughing about memories that will never be. Were they even real? There are no pictures of you and me. Am I still here? It doesn’t feel like it. Deep Sigh…. One more tear rolls slowly down my cheek. I see the wilted rose. He did love me once. But now it’s December. What a Bleak December.
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