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love all you vey good poets on here. This was wonderful. You be blessed friend. 
posted by
Justi
on July 21, 2013 at 12:23 AM
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Excellent poem my friend... I loved the last lines.... when you alude to missing your stars :-) its so true, they apear one way when you stare at them night after night at home and then you travel and look up and yes, they are stars but not the same ones you are used to... Great observation there... xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on July 20, 2013 at 6:28 PM
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i sense some homesickness here...we find we don't really care to be going off here there and everywhere anymore. Well Wiley is just not well.
posted by
Kabu
on July 20, 2013 at 2:18 PM
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That's an awesome poem Jay. And I love the photo, too!
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on July 20, 2013 at 1:53 PM
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Sentimental mood today Jay good flow,
posted by
C_C_T
on July 20, 2013 at 12:46 PM
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It is so boring indeed.. When the world is not ours..
posted by
Saif_AlKindi
on July 20, 2013 at 12:37 PM
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Watch your world Jay!
posted by
BC-A
on July 20, 2013 at 12:01 PM
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hmm interesting poem
posted by
Lanetay
on July 20, 2013 at 10:41 AM
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I felt that way a time or two on vacation...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 20, 2013 at 10:18 AM
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