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Amadeus wrote: For it was love, the purest truest love I had ever felt. An admiration, a worship of beauty and this man, this music, this thing that he did that I sat there and cried and cried until my cheeks and eyes had dried and there was nothing left to cry and I still listened, far into the night.

How Cozy (how coy) wrote:A blanket statement does just that-

It keeps you warm and snug

Don't worry 'bout particulars

How clever ~ (don't be smug)

The Tangerine Tree wrote:With a seed and sun and soil

She made a tang'rine tree

And I moved it to the garden

For all the guests to see


I picked its fruit and used its leaves

For herbs and brews and teas

Then I chopped down all the branches

Both the well and the diseased



And come next spring when flowers bloom

I'll wait contentedly--

For my dead stump in the garden

To serve indenturedly

The Wanderer wrote:There on the path I saw a broken branch and

chose to

override



To walk with careful steps but still let nothing stop my

forward

stride



These daily routine obstacles are no

challenge

for me



The real problems out there are the ones you can't

control or

see