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A poem illustrating the state of mind in which the person finds himself/herself
posted by
adventurer02
on October 7, 2015 at 11:43 PM
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PatB
I loved that Emily poetry, made a lovely post
posted by
WileyJohn
on June 22, 2010 at 3:27 PM
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Pat re your comments at my blog....I so wanted tolive in town next to the
beach with more girls to play with.....now I laugh when the experts suggest eating and living the way that we had to....yes fresh air and fresh food...more meat than you I believe but to kill a chicken for a Sunday roast was a big occassion. Mother spent her life in her garden,her poultry and helping Dad.
posted by
Kabu
on June 22, 2010 at 1:46 PM
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no cheek redder than where the hectic stings -- I wonder what word she edited out there for her final draft?
posted by
dsm_tchr
on June 22, 2010 at 11:22 AM
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Wonderful! Emily was quite the poet. No other like her.
I like your after thought. Right on!
posted by
TAPS.
on June 22, 2010 at 8:32 AM
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People like it if you can laugh at yourself......it makes them more
comfortable ....they don't have to dea lwith it. I hope the heat breaks soon for you darling.
posted by
Kabu
on June 22, 2010 at 7:41 AM
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Pat
That is the line that strikes the most familiar chord - "Mirth is the mail of anguish"...
posted by
Nautikos
on June 22, 2010 at 6:59 AM
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