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03-21-2008
Frank Fields
There is really not much to say. My pen, however, seems oddly content that it need not be disturbed except to write
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It does occur, however, that of all the questions asked, and maybe more, not one was only, "Why?"
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01-28-2008
June Nazarian
Mike - I clicked the submit button a bit too soon. Praise points now awarded
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01-28-2008
June Nazarian
Mike - What a wonderful poem. How well I know the amazing curiosity of the child, and how delightful to revel in this raw innocence as work for us becomes play. Great reversal of roles in your piece. Very enjoyable...June
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01-07-2008
Walter Jones
So sleep fell, a sky cried, time passed, great lullaby, wisdom left in words we write, questions of love, long lonely nights, and I in intellect on bed of nails slept, wishing once more to be, a child reaching, this was and outstanding write, from form to message, most enjoyable.. Walt
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