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I love your poems so much because I always loved the mountains, and the valleys, and the high plains, and everything therein. I go there no more, but it was enough to keep the mind of a city gal loaded with special memories of that world. Your poems bring it all back in a flash.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 19, 2013 at 6:02 PM
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The stories that house could tell...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 19, 2013 at 12:59 PM
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Very picturesque photo and great poem. How the sunlight can play on memories...that are past now. Thanks for all the patent info. I will probably skip for now since I wasted all my extra money, (that was not really extra) on things that didn't work. Maybe someday when there is more to risk.
posted by
mariss9
on January 19, 2013 at 11:32 AM
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what a wonderful picture. Country life was /is harsh but so fulfilling
be well friend Jay.
posted by
Kabu
on January 19, 2013 at 8:36 AM
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You captured the essence perfectly! sam 
posted by
sam444
on January 19, 2013 at 5:37 AM
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Wouldn't mind that place if there are no longer Indians raiding Jay. 
posted by
C_C_T
on January 18, 2013 at 10:46 PM
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