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Sunday, October 24, 2010 brain dead,
You don't sound brain dead to me. Great poem.
posted by
Cheerygirl
on October 26, 2010 at 2:47 PM
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Well I'm still waiting lauren, times money as you know.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 26, 2010 at 10:37 AM
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The story of our lives, whatever it is soon passes, a new day, a new time.
posted by
csherloc
on October 25, 2010 at 7:33 AM
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That was yesterday and of today?
this is poignant; well written ~ Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on October 25, 2010 at 7:16 AM
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cc...wonderful!!!!
posted by
spiderfly
on October 24, 2010 at 10:25 PM
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distinctive
posted by
eburns111
on October 24, 2010 at 7:01 PM
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I like your poem.
posted by
Cheerygirl
on October 24, 2010 at 5:03 PM
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Come on Lauren I hope it isn't that bad I expect it is the reaction to all the moving it gits the adrenaline up and then you git a little set back. I think the trouble today lauren is that there is not much motive to do anything really. If anyone lived in a shack and had to go wooding and perhaps net a fish from that silver river and watch out for the wolves etc.
Come on we'll have a walk down to the splurge, just have a quick look at it do you think it is all the cooking oil that you have thrown away, my goodness I didn't realize it went out that far I thought it was just a gold fish type pool. Is that wench supposed to be here The knight has probably gone back to the round table. She has got pretty feet, perhaps we should build her a little shelter on this sandy beach. Now you run along and bake some cakes, I expect she's got a tale or two up her jumper.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 24, 2010 at 12:40 PM
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