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I read this poem again
I can so relate,but from a devastated mans point of view. My two daughters and I picked up the pieces she'd left behind,put them in a brown paper bag,and left them behind. After we'd dried each others tears...we moved on
posted by
CrossRhoads
on February 27, 2008 at 2:34 AM
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I love your poems
this one in particular..it brought back old memories..for I once sat in that very same chair and thought those very same thoughts..today I laugh a lot..have a fun day..ttyl
posted by
CrossRhoads
on February 26, 2008 at 5:28 PM
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Should be a song, is a song, all songs and ballads end.
posted by
Winged
on February 26, 2008 at 11:05 AM
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Re:
thanks so very much!
posted by
flappergirl
on February 18, 2008 at 6:57 AM
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Bravo!!!! Beautiful Ballad, I absolutely loved it, It flows impecably and is very well constructed. The intensity of the feelings in it show that the words came straight from that place in the heart where our most angry and painful memories are stored. You are a brilliant writer.
posted by
Sinome
on February 17, 2008 at 10:09 PM
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Poignant, your words speak volumes! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 16, 2008 at 9:17 AM
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