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Beautiful Pat
My mind goes foraging to Leon Redbone and has to be whistled back.
posted by
johnmacnab
on December 24, 2009 at 5:30 AM
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Pat-B, I agree with Naut's comment on your previous post about Klaus. And now this poem has me convinced that there is nothing you CAN'T write. Kudos.
posted by
adnohr
on December 21, 2009 at 4:51 AM
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powerful observation, well put
your inner world of the mind is the place where it all starts.:)
posted by
Tzippy
on December 21, 2009 at 4:40 AM
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I love it, Pat_B. Actually, more and more, I like living in my mind almost better
than living in the real world. One can make it be what they want it to be that way.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 21, 2009 at 4:09 AM
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Nice words.
I liked the line, "Live in my mind" excellent!
posted by
Hackthorne19
on December 21, 2009 at 1:07 AM
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I believe it is called being an artist...which our darling Pat is.
Besides, goodness me,who wants to join the real world
posted by
Kabu
on December 20, 2009 at 6:33 PM
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PatB
That is sooooo true, I live more in meditation or my mind too
posted by
WileyJohn
on December 20, 2009 at 5:28 PM
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Loved it...I think many of us live that way and enjoy it just as much~!
posted by
Ariala
on December 20, 2009 at 8:36 AM
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