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I like this poem! Grand conclusion, too! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 23, 2010 at 5:38 AM
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Re: kate
Well, actually, it was an older man I spoke to in a bar briefly. One of the downsides to being raised a southern girl is that being polite can be dangerous. He was a "true" stalker, in other words, the police had to become involved and they escorted me to and from my night class because they felt he was going to try to kill me. Thus, my fear quickly turned to rage.
Thanks for reading and I will defininately give The Saturday Night Post a read soon.
kat
posted by
katep
on February 20, 2010 at 11:58 AM
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kate
J T I see some eye raising by one comment that I would take positively. The two stunning comments surprise me for the emotion. Certainly you hit the natural emotions and thoughts of a young girl that’s new in a city. So this stalker’s really a guy that likes you maybe older maybe not. Ha I think of the song line I’m not so innocent. In a like manner The Saturday Night Post on my blog covers the perception of dates at home by children maybe younger siblings. The bottom line’s that you can write a poem on a relationship with a guy and establish the conflict between pleasure and guilt. HA repentance brings pleasure again, love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on February 20, 2010 at 11:19 AM
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Re: Stunning...
thank you very much
posted by
katep
on February 19, 2010 at 11:25 PM
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whoa...
posted by
RomaKay
on February 19, 2010 at 9:56 PM
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Stunning...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on February 19, 2010 at 6:44 PM
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