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Takes me back a few years. Youthful memories, beautifully expressed.
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SFJoseph
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November 8, 2009
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True to nature and hence beautiful!
posted by
hardilaziz
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November 8, 2009
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Hello
Dear Sam
Thank you for visiting a blog of newcomer, me, and encouraged!
Poem is another new world for me to explore...
posted by
mikochan
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November 8, 2009
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I love those fleeting moments too..you have captured it most excellently. When they come to mind.. is when you realize they are so precious. Lovely sweetie, have fun with the family and love you.
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shobana
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November 7, 2009
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Re: 'poesies'
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abanerjee
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November 7, 2009
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Every time I visit your blog, I feel I am in another world - a world of most marvelous poems expressed in classical style with a fervor unmatched, and simultaneously feel sorry that I miss so many on the way for lack of time. Another reason, I have a lot to learn from your poeies of brilliance
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abanerjee
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November 7, 2009
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oh please continue, do share
~ this is a very nostalgic, moving poem --- it moves --- it speaks to a heart.
Elyse xoxox
posted by
elysianfields
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November 7, 2009
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...most nostalgic...moon
posted by
magic_moon
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November 7, 2009
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So many fleeting moments--you remembered them well..
posted by
TAPS.
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November 7, 2009
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Nice poem, it has a "sad gaiety" about it, like the good old days..
posted by
auslander
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November 7, 2009
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Great write Sammie... I am absolutely inlove with your concept and your image filled development of it... Bravo my friend!!! Love you much xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
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November 7, 2009
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Very nice
and so very much my reality now as I go through Richards things. I found a napkin he had written a song on when we were out to eat with his family. It was a country song that had a auction sound and he wanted to learn it so he could sing the song to his niece. Richard was an auctioneer. Fleeting memories magic moments for the heart and soul.
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skye08
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November 7, 2009
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I like Naut. was sent off back to my memories of UNI. I smoked cigs, drank
a little cheap wine, never ever took drugs. Din't really know much about them even. Parties were mighty tame but real good fun.
posted by
Kabu
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November 7, 2009
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Do I detect a 19th century poet here? I think I might have mentioned this before. But what a delight to re-enter the Romance of language.
posted by
jfm32
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November 7, 2009
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Shelly
I love this poem. Well that is what I always say, because that is what I always feel when I read your poetry. Thank you.
posted by
Justi
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November 7, 2009
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Shelly
This strikes so many chords, memories of my own university days, it's uncanny...
posted by
Nautikos
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November 7, 2009
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