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| Elvis Lives!!!! How could anyone doubt it. He did die, of course, but he lives, the once and future King. The Elvis that lives changed all of our lives, from the time, maybe, when Ed Sullivan introduced him, at age 21, to millions on TV saying, "I don't know what he does, but he drives everybody crazy." The Elvis that lives gave away Cadillacs and once spent $16,000 dollars to fly to Denver on his private jet to get peanut butter sandwiches. The Elvis who lives changed America. He didn't invent rock and roll, but he helped, mingling in his music rhythm and blues, with country and gospel. "Love Me Tender" he asked. And millions of us did, and still do. Elvis lives!!! Please enjoy my graphics edited with Paint Shop Pro and the poem for today. God Bless You All. Web design by Susan Kahon. |
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| "Silkened Pleasure" |
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| From The Poetry Collection Of Susan Jane Kahon |
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| All through the darkness Your face becomes the light I've come to know you well You'll stay with me tonight My friend, yet my love Your mysterious ways abound me My love is black and white Yet your colors now surround me Each night, the door is opened And your love, it speaks aloud I take in your stolen fears For the man I love is proud Now it's time to turn to you For my senses are awakened This night of silkened pleasure Is where my heart will be taken written January 31 , 2004 11:27pm By Susan J. Kahon ICYU Recovered: Oct. 19th, 2023 Some Links & Counters may no longer be Active! |
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| Your lips were made for kisses so tender I'm almost in love, tonight When we are close, my heart says surrender I'm almost in love tonight |
| And here, under the spell of evening I long to hold you tight Heaven is near, why think of tomorrow I'm almost in love, tonight |
| It may just be the spell of evening I long to hold you tight Heaven is near, why think of tomorrow I'm almost in love, tonight |