The door is openA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe door is open if you ever care to knock to see if I am at home I will be dancing with my music cranked full blast wondering if you would care to join me. Don't worry if it gets to be too late we can watch the sun rise from the back porch and we can make wishes on the last star of the night because we have always done things backwards. In the morning, the view from my living room would take your breath away.
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1 Review Added on July 28, 2009 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more.. |

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