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Desertsong, you read me "mucho" recently, and I thank you.
Death is so universal and I wanted this one feeling of it recorded, in case others felt this way. Thanks.
posted by
benzinha
on July 22, 2003 at 10:05 AM
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This feels so right, the pounding and the heart wrenching......I can see the stones and the dirt and the tree and I can feel the rhythm
posted by
desertsong
on July 21, 2003 at 10:29 PM
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BENZINHA - YOUR POEM HAS SUCH A DEPTH OF MEANING OF MYSTERY
A very well done work of literary art. Thank You.
posted by
MountainClimber57
on July 18, 2003 at 5:54 AM
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