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Surf City, NJ ~ Rene Foran
approach me
clear eyed and 
without reservation
caress my shoulder
run your fingers
through my hair,
coax a giggle from
a dapple of light
then whisper 
softly on my lips
and i will reward you
with a song
yet to be heard


Peace ~ Rene



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  1. JulieFaithApril 16, 2011 at 10:31 AM

    so beautiful

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  2. Brian MillerApril 16, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    mmm...may spring treat you just as nice...sing it!

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  3. MarianApril 16, 2011 at 12:40 PM

    i am on my way! i'll be there by this afternoon.

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  4. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryApril 17, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    this is superb.

    elegant image.
    Happy Spring.

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  5. Irish GumboApril 18, 2011 at 6:51 AM

    So glad you could hear that song, and bring it to us :)

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  6. earlybirdApril 19, 2011 at 9:06 AM

    Really lovely.'coax a giggle from/ a dapple of light' a delight.

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  7. Fred MillerApril 19, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    I literally got one of those exquisite chills from this. Brain waves are part of the electromagnetic spectrum. You have found a way to send them through ethernet.

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