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Q The proof is in the pudding, yes. :-) 000204
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marjorie I saw it.
It was real.
I could almost taste it
I am living proof
that the world really isn't
everything you thought it would be
and somehow
that's okay
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Mary Proof is what I don't have when I tell my teachers that my dog ate my homework.
No dog, no homework, no proof. :0
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silvre very hard to deny.
and yet it doesn't always mean that it proves what it seems to. at least not in my mind. . .
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lizd what I look for on a bottle 010404
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dB There is no real proof. Just circumstanial evidence. 010404
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dB circumstantial. That's what it should say.
Sorry, my typing is shocking today.
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bird (southern comfort) mad the percentage of alcohol by volume multiplied by precisely two 010405
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Photophobe But you can't prove a thing, can you?
About life or love or loneliness?
You don't even want to talk about it;
you'd rather shut off
and shut me off
and shut the whole world out.

And I can see you sitting on the
sidelines,
waiting for an excuse
to make me an excuse;
proof that you're innocent;
proof that you're helpless;
proof that its just bad luck.

But you don't believe in luck, do you?
You say that you're a fatalist.
So were you meant to be like this?
Were you meant to
glare at me
like I've overreacted?

And I can see you sitting on the
sidelines,
waiting for an excuse
to make me an excuse;
proof that you're innocent;
proof that you're helpless;
proof that its just bad luck.

So you won't feel a thing, will you?
Its eaiser to lose what you hate.
You always try to turn it around.
Easy to take me
and throw me out;
dispose of your life that way.




Does it have to be my fault?
Does it always have to be
all my fault?
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ponderer *** Wide Enough ***


I was alone...lost
searching for proof
of God's
existence.
...and I found nothing...


Until I opened my Eyes
Wide enough to see

our force field sky
chlorophyll trees

I started to cry
then I fell to my knees
I felt deep inside
A soul feeling me.


*** * ***
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ClairE The best night of my life was
not with him, as I have
intimated (okay, stated)--
but with her.
And it was day.

We spent the day with words,
me sharing my poetry (all of it, she
asked for) for hours, tender as making
love. When I asked for some of
her, gently and with gentle teasing,
she blushed.
Although she handed over two
submissions, she did not comply.
Instead we quoted Anne_Sexton
to each other, like night, two lovers.

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a thimble in time Bravo! 031027
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andru235 prove that proof proves anything

it's tough to do! ultimately it requires a leap of faith

proof appeals to those who need to control; which at times can be any of us

but can you prove what you did yesterday? can it be proven that the video of you living yesterday was not, in fact, a forgery?

it is a ridiculous question, yes; but the proof of yesterday is the faith that it was more than a dream or hallucination

for proof to hold any merit at all, one must have faith in it
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