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A MESSAGE
THANK TOU ALL, MY DEAR FRIENDS,,,,
joe
posted by
LongoGeremia
on March 5, 2016 at 5:45 AM
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You capture the pain so well in your poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 5, 2016 at 5:26 AM
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We see you there, reaching out to us, when we read your words, and we respond. I'm singing you a song. I know you can't hear it, but see me singing like I see you writing.
Precious Lord, take his hand,
lead him on, help him stand;
he is tired, he is week, he is worn.
Through the storm, through the night,
lead him on to the light;
Take his hand, Precious Lord
lead him home.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 5, 2016 at 1:04 AM
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Your no poem speaks volumes. Hugs my friend.
posted by
Kabu
on March 4, 2016 at 4:08 PM
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Ma questo è il paradosso; ho letto le parole che dici non ci sono. Sei un vero genio, cugino mio! 
Il nulla è qualcosa, qualcosa di meraviglioso. Ora qui è la mia mano, vieni, trovare la Luce, si?
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on March 4, 2016 at 10:40 AM
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Well you did it Joe, sometimes writing about nothing is more revealing than dancing in one's night shirt.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 4, 2016 at 10:29 AM
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