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poor little boy, if only that there had been someone to whom you
could have gone with your tragedy.
posted by
Kabu
on August 31, 2012 at 10:00 AM
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You describe one's youth well in the poem...I realized a lot of things later.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 31, 2012 at 9:48 AM
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quick edits....tough not tuff and put a dash or semicolon instead of a comma after with when listing the types of guys you were hanging around.
nice job....good imagery
posted by
Annicita
on August 31, 2012 at 8:38 AM
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UtahJay
{This is beautiful imagery for your nostalgic message. It’s so relevant for today Jay. That is, both children and adults still need to learn and grow as persons.BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on August 31, 2012 at 6:42 AM
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Re: Kids get the damndest thoughts under stress. My dad - a funny,
loving man - died when I was 12, and I began suspecting that it was God's punishment because I wasn't a good boy.
posted by
2902
on August 31, 2012 at 1:13 AM
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Kids get the damndest thoughts under stress. My dad - a funny
posted by
2902
on August 31, 2012 at 1:10 AM
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A nice poem that is expressed very well. There is nothing better than putting our experiences and emotions in words. Thanks for sharing.
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on August 31, 2012 at 12:41 AM
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The last verse sums it up Jay something has been lost forever.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 31, 2012 at 12:22 AM
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