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TAPS expressed it well...
posted by
Nautikos
on March 9, 2010 at 6:38 PM
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So much in a small poem--so much love, dreams, hope, and pleasure changed quickly by an event, a moment in time.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 9, 2010 at 7:30 AM
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PatB
Loved your poem and creativity....
posted by
WileyJohn
on March 8, 2010 at 8:23 PM
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Nice, Pat-B. Just right.
posted by
adnohr
on March 8, 2010 at 7:56 PM
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I love art
begot of art
posted by
Azur
on March 8, 2010 at 4:58 PM
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Your poem
Thank you for sharing this. Another work of art from a work of art.
posted by
CarolBell
on March 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM
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Trying to comment on your comment -- This showed up in my comments.(?)
Re: I've never seen such a thing happen, but I know crows are
The idea for this story came from several incidents a friend of mine had with a mockingbird attacking her cat. The cat learned to bob and weave through the yard without getting hurt but when the featherbrained creature dive bombed her son she got out her beebe gun and dispatched it. Claws and beaks are no match for guns of any kind. lol
posted by
CarolBell
on March 8, 2010 at 11:03 AM
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such a story here, told so well, just very you.
posted by
Kabu
on March 8, 2010 at 7:17 AM
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