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Very good
I like this very much. A certain sadness at lost things.
I want to thank you for your kind words on http://http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/
I did put the question to the mentor that i did not really regard them as poems, especially against
all the wonderful poetry that is about. He said: what is poetry? Anyway, it's great to be able to consider the possibilities of your work.
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Azur
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February 14, 2009
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Meeting someone you know after such a tumultous ride would make me very comfortable. Well done.
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February 12, 2009
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hey my nbsp
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9STAR
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February 12, 2009
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Lessons learnt!
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Soul_Builder101
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February 12, 2009
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Wow. Very impressive. The speaker has gained lots of wisdom.
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FormerStudentIntern
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February 12, 2009
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your normal breathtaking words. You spoil us so.
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Kabu
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February 12, 2009
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hang in there
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lustorlove
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February 12, 2009
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beautiful, Sinome, beautiful. xxoo
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hazel_st_cricket
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February 12, 2009
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lestate7
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February 12, 2009
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Such reserved anticipation! I adored white capped hills! So exquisite! Love you sweetie! sammy xoxoxoxo
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sam444
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February 12, 2009
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I so love the imagery in this my dear Sinome
an excellent poem in every way; perfect my friend; many blessings and thanks
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mariaki
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February 12, 2009
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I agree with BetsyLewis; the sentence really struck me. God bless. Nita.
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snowview
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February 12, 2009
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I love "the chilly arms of sadness wrapping around" - that is a wonderful sentence. Thank you.
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BetsyLewis
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February 12, 2009
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Very, very beautiful...
posted by
Chilitree
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February 12, 2009
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still, collected waters can run so deep, can't they. expertly done
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February 11, 2009
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I understand this sentiment...Yes, there are times when we must stand and face it..Not by choice, just because we have too...Superb post Marta!
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Wigopa_
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February 11, 2009
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wow........love is on air, and sure love hurt for incubus......
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9STAR
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February 11, 2009
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Sinome
I know now what you will not do ..
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drohan254
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February 11, 2009
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You are your own person now.
Lovely, wistful poem.
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scotcanada
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February 11, 2009
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