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fascinating
You have numbers of people pondering now... me included. I love the style, it gains a certain inevitability - like a force of nature.
posted by
lionreign
on February 2, 2009 at 7:48 AM
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Interesting style
posted by
malcolm
on February 1, 2009 at 11:02 AM
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Outstanding! I am thinking as well! I love your work! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 1, 2009 at 2:00 AM
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I'm still pondering the dignified stools behind the gate. But that's good. It's got my mind to working, imagining a lot of things.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 31, 2009 at 8:05 AM
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A lot of subtraction which, in Latin,
drags us under. but it is late.
posted by
cpklapper
on January 31, 2009 at 12:40 AM
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Excellent! Let it be so to speak love. There’s a natural scheme of things. BCA, Bill*s Ca 
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posted by
BC-A
on January 30, 2009 at 9:55 PM
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Luz Briar
"Instead a scented floor
Where none is to run"
Loved your poem, and I love lines that re-awaken childhood memories of old oak floors, freshly waxed that we weren't allowed to run on.
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 30, 2009 at 8:51 PM
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"this void is the night I seek"....been there..and filled the void with
shadows I never knew existed, some fearful, some friendly...
...
posted by
Rumor
on January 30, 2009 at 8:40 PM
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