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Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
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Dorothy Parker
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Jessica Hughes (12/4/2011 6:47:00 PM)
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absolutely love this poem. Here Dorothy leaves you in limbo of her thoughts. I picture a mischievous smile.
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daisy white (10/31/2009 1:42:00 PM)
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I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS POEM, AND SO WITH THE POETESS.
THIS POEM REMINDS ME OF MY COLLEGE DAYS WHEN I USED TO SHARE THE STORIES OF MY CRUSHES WITH MY FRIEND. HE USED TO LAUGH AT MY NAUGHTY ADVENTURES, BUT INSIDE HE USED TO SHED BLOOD TEARS. I RUINED HIS EMOTIONS. I WAS OBLIVIOUS. I NEVER REALIZED THAT HE LOVED ME MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE.
THE DAY WHEN HE CONFESSED HIS LOVE, IT WAS TOO LATE.............
I LOST HIM. HE LEFT THIS WORLD.
I AM ABOUT TO CRY!
I DNT HAV WORDZ. WUD JUST SAY,
DORTHY, YO ARE AMAZING!
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Naveed Akram (4/23/2008 3:09:00 PM)
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This is a poetic feeling expressed about the beautiful lady that is to be your very own. Words can run marvellously from the lips, and thoughts can be contrived after much meaningful talk. It is straightforward in its look, with relevant words according to the aim of a woman. Listening from this woman has collected a great deal of knowledge too eager for people in general.
In the space of two stanzas a great schism has been revealed. It must be resolved. Pleasing is the sense of this poem, as a poem about love and passion. It is like an exposure of woman’s thinking, and what the thoughts are in their appearance. Indeed, the whole poem is rather gay and complimenting.
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Dimitri Alexis (7/22/2006 11:47:00 AM)
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My heart aches for the women I have loved, and those to come. Alcohol clouds my mind at this time. There is an emptiness, I am always searching, learning and not understanding. Yet, there is still hope. My hands yearn to touch the face of one I haven't met... Save me from myself, I am love.
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