I write how I talk. as quickly as I write poetry, 9 situations out 10, i think of it is too whiny, so I do a cut back up on it, and prefer it extra perfect. i could extremely confuse than depress. So yea, this is the only exception. Marlene Dietrich's popular Poem is my popular Peter Murphy music. exciting tale, the 1st time I met Peter Murphy, i became donning this white DIY tshirt I had made with the lyrics to that music painted on it, and this guy with a video digicam, asked me why I wasn't donning any black like something of the persons there, I instructed him, "I dunno, yet my shirt is in keeping with a Peter Murphy music", he stated, "Wow, this is extremely cool, i will bypass get him." He became the excursion supervisor and documenting the excursion...I extremely have nevertheless have yet to confirm any photos from that excursion. i assume they did not get adequate exciting fabric to launch something, yet, yea - He did bypass get Peter Murphy, and he became quite staggering, although i became mortified while my pal asked him if "she might have his shoes". i became purely 17 and extremely great call struck. edit: it became the only for romance excursion
2016-11-26 23:33:23
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answered by Anonymous
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Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem
Written by Peter Murphy
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing hips
her old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
don't go away heartbroken no
don't go away heartbroken no
Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
crush her velvet call
oh Marlene suffer all the fools
who write you on the wall
and hold your tongue about your life
or dead hands will change the plot
will make your loving sound like snakes
like you were never hot
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
2006-10-07 11:05:45
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answered by robert d 4
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the old classic:
"milk, milk, lemonade...
around the back, fudge is made."
2006-10-07 11:02:39
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answered by Anonymous
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