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Re: Re: Kabu
Not much of a HUnter me. I just love the deer odor because it says that the lovely creatures are close by.
I kept pigs as a girl. Keep their sty clean and they don't smell and they like to poo in the same place far away from where they sleep so it is easy to keep them clean. A bottle of beer is always welcome to them
posted by
Kabu
on October 25, 2015 at 4:32 PM
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ChiffChaff
Juicy poetic memories Bro.
posted by
WileyJohn
on October 25, 2015 at 1:51 PM
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Take two and add two glasses of champagne suck the cherry and dream
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:34 AM
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Re: Sweetly poignant and peachy good verse, C C T
Yes indeed Kat I sometimes think it swirls around in softness wishing to reclaim lost chances.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:33 AM
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Re: Taps
Well better than sour grapes Taps, hope you feel better.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:30 AM
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Re: Krisles
That's nice K, Honest I have to go back and read. Once I could memorize about twenty poems, But I love it when people do like it. Thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:28 AM
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Re:Annicita
Cheers A.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:22 AM
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Re: Kabu
I use to love the smell of baby chickens not a bit eggy. The hunter instinct is probably in your genes. Pigs are not too bad if the sty is kept clean, not so good as bacon though.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:21 AM
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Re: FS.
Thank you FS. Swinging.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 25, 2015 at 11:18 AM
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I like the analysis of the images a whole lot at the end of your poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 25, 2015 at 5:43 AM
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I can often be taken to a special memory by a smell...well depends whether it is a pleasant one.
Wiley is always amazed when I can smell the deer close by. A wild deliciously wonderful bovine type odor. And peaches, How I love a ripe peach picked from one's own tree.
posted by
Kabu
on October 24, 2015 at 4:57 PM
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posted by
Annicita
on October 24, 2015 at 4:56 PM
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I have typed the first line onto my scrolling screen saver - I have it set on marquee and have alternating lines and sayings that are especially meaningful to me or that I just really like the wording of. I only had three before...now there are four. I love the whole poem but the first verse is especially, special.....and that first line is just perfect.
posted by
Krisles
on October 24, 2015 at 1:45 PM
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This is perfect--a peach of a poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 24, 2015 at 11:49 AM
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Sweetly poignant and peachy good verse, C C T
..the effects of love bondings, be they bad or good experiences, do seem to reside permanently in our collective mind/heart set..I say thank goodness for the poetically inspired among us!..:) 
posted by
Katray2
on October 24, 2015 at 11:32 AM
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Chemistry of poetry sir
posted by
BC-A
on October 24, 2015 at 10:38 AM
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