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Pat_B
'Chewing Constant cold,' is a perfect description. The constant cold chews my fingertips and lips.
posted by
johnmacnab
on February 23, 2010 at 1:47 PM
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Pat
I love it. What else can I say? What else
need I say?
posted by
Nautikos
on February 21, 2010 at 7:43 AM
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A gorgeous poem PatB. Loved it.
posted by
shobana
on February 21, 2010 at 12:31 AM
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Warm Sands
I'm really tired of this New England cold, snow, and rain and I could use a walk through warm sands. Wonderful poem!
posted by
LuciW86
on February 20, 2010 at 3:14 PM
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So well written, I have decided for sure that I shall take my trip back to
see the grandbabies later in the year when I can walk on a warm sandy beach.
posted by
Kabu
on February 20, 2010 at 12:29 PM
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Yes, yes. I needed this.
Now I need to back up and read the last three posts and get caught up on your story.
Been doing other things besides blogging.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 20, 2010 at 9:57 AM
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I love this and where it takes me...warm and delightful!
posted by
Ariala
on February 20, 2010 at 5:18 AM
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