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Re: When
Thank you 2Philomena, sometimes they are accepted easier.
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C_C_T
on September 20, 2010 at 7:08 AM
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Re: C.C.....
Thank you Rumor sometimes I write it and haven't got the brain to analyze it, I am going through my disks trying to pick out ones I can't remember posting, sometimes I might get it wrong.
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C_C_T
on September 20, 2010 at 7:03 AM
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Lo lauren, I remember once we had to move mother it was only a couple of hundred yards into a newly built house and I kept putting it off. let it dry out, looks like rain. When I came back one day she had started carrying chairs and furniture down herself, so it was all systems go.
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C_C_T
on September 20, 2010 at 6:59 AM
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C.C.....
"Time bites" says it all really, even if its just in nibbles..infact that may be worse than if it took hold and helped itself to one big gulp....
"When is not available or is it that Time expands?
And a transfusion of awareness drips relentlessly.
It is difficult to realise where one really stands.
Or imagine where one’s time is likely to be."
A great stanza > "when is not available" and is deviously the biggest mystery in our lives, making it impossible to know or even imagine "where one's time is likely to be".....
the elusiveness of time well stated....
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Rumor
on September 20, 2010 at 6:52 AM
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cc....truly amazing words put together here for thought..
When is not available or is it that Time expands? I loved this line Thanks for your comments yep we finaly move to our own house 30 sept we have been renting. taken so long because i am fussy and the guys in the town hall really must ride donkeys.
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spiderfly
on September 20, 2010 at 3:26 AM
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When
A very rich poem, full of layers of mystery. Time really does have hidden depths. What a phrase! 'a tranfusion of awareness'
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2Philomena
on September 20, 2010 at 2:14 AM
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Lo E.E. thank you for your brill comments. I use to love fishing as a boy, but I seem to be more squeamish these days. I ever liked it when putting a worm on a hook it used to go all prickly, it was alright for you your Dad did the fiddly bit. What girls get away with
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C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:39 PM
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Re: CC
Lo femia we can't keep meeting like this, could you call yourself black panther or something.
I am glad though that you have faith, you are a ray of sunshine.
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C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:34 PM
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Well Wiley sometimes I do write things which are not really understandable in a normal way, it was written probably at a time of stress as I am going through some disks. So don't fret my friend you are not missing a unique piece of work.
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C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:29 PM
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Thank you Simone, somethings are not meant to be liked as you know.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:24 PM
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I guess so FS, I expect you make a better job of it than I do.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:23 PM
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Right Bill your philosophy is being assimilated.
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C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:21 PM
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CORNCAKE
. I find this little steps to suspense sir. It works. I love you. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
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BC-A
on September 19, 2010 at 8:24 PM
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Trying to make sense of it all can be quite difficult.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 19, 2010 at 6:16 PM
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Very profound CC Excellent write :-) xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on September 19, 2010 at 5:47 PM
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CORNCRAKE
Well, I did take the time to read and try to understand, and all I can say is I don't understand things well, but am absolutely certain of one thing, one day I shall die.Meanwhile I am missing my love Kabu
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WileyJohn
on September 19, 2010 at 5:14 PM
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CC
Time is the mother of invention and the time spent is the motions we go through. Every stone is not unturned they stay as they are and green land of earth we walk upon are the footsteps we follow. God knows our purpose and plans to give us all Hope and a Future. Very deeprooted poem Mr.MB I enjoyed it along with the mail. Blessings Pal Femia
posted by
fememefeme
on September 19, 2010 at 4:59 PM
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Now I consider 'time' and the passing of and awareness and repetitive steps and history and memories and green of earth that poets and writers, songwriters sing, sang, sung of and wow, it can be difficult CC to realize where 'one' really stands. Time changes us all - has to - lest we be of 'stone' and nibbles taken and nibbles given may just be reward(s) of our very existence, I feel - ah, but even a stone wears for time. This was very poignant and very well written. as a stream of consciousness flowing rather fluid. I'm off now to ponder - maybe to 'fish' ~ EE
(better yet, to find great dapping stones)
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elysianfields
on September 19, 2010 at 10:48 AM
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