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The story that stands the strong light of noon is truth . To be true requires such stamina and courage. A story to be told indeed.!!!
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merkie
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February 2, 2009
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Have a roller-coaster ride! Love ya'
posted by
hardilaziz
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February 2, 2009
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the repetition made it layered, like a song.
posted by
Luz_Briar
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February 2, 2009
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great poem, loved the rhythm and the honesty.
keep writing!
posted by
Jack_Shackleton
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February 2, 2009
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For it was without warning I succumb to this invasion
I hate when past hurts or sorrows seep in like that but we can always rise above them,, tell out tale, and
ride our steed of gold
. Wonderful poem, Sam.
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Troosha
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February 2, 2009
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Very powerful, as usual! God bless. Nita.
posted by
snowview
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February 2, 2009
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Greatly written, my friend. xxooo
posted by
hazel_st_cricket
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February 2, 2009
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This poem is somehow haunting and a little enigmatic
read it 3 times and I am going back to read again. Very nicely done.
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lionreign
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February 2, 2009
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This poem strikes me as profound. "For is it not the frail whose stories stay untold". I know that's not exact, but the idea of it speaks volumes. Kudos, Sam!
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calia14
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February 2, 2009
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