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  • Jenny Mclelland (7/26/2007 11:58:00 AM)

    Hi Linda, I really enjoyed your site and most of all your poetry, amazing.
    some in particular struck a cord..........never stop writing friend

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  • Terry Donovan (3/5/2005 10:57:00 PM)

    Yes, I'm afraid it's me again. I like your poetry so much I regularly come back to see what you have added. I like poetry that I can read and understand without difficulty - and this is what you write.

  • Terry Donovan (9/22/2004 9:26:00 PM)

    I've been back and reading your poems again. They are all so readable and yet say so much. I was really fascinated by 'Windmill', so very profound but leaving us to guess so much. I hope you'll be writing and sharing your poems with us forever!

  • Terry Donovan (6/13/2004 6:41:00 PM)

    I read all your poems with a lot of pleasure. Whether sad or happy, spiritual or earthly, they have a warming glow and show a real underlying understanding of your subject matter. They may or may not be built on your personal experiences, but they are about life - which is obviously a subject you know a lot about.

    Terry

  • Tammy Natoli (5/19/2004 10:44:00 PM)

    AWESOME! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Michael Tonkin (5/18/2004 12:48:00 PM)

    It was my birthday on the 16th, I read your poems, a marvellous birthday treat. I can only repeat Terry Donovans remarks and for myself, they were wonderful.

  • Terry Donovan (5/15/2004 12:45:00 AM)

    There is so much meaning in all you write, and you convey it without profound poetic terminology, which makes it easy to read, easy to digest. And always enjoyable, even if something like 'Today, I Lit a Candle' can bring a tear to the eye.

  • Adrian Wait (5/14/2004 5:48:00 PM)

    Windmills. A journey within, and without a thoughtful melody of words.

He Looked Like You

Today I saw a man; he looked like you,
He crossed my path and stopped me in my track,
That old familiar feeling; out the blue,
I stared at him and found him looking back,

Confused, it wasn’t you, how could it be?
This stranger, for a moment, brought you near,
Yet once again I felt my heart run free,
And disappointment mingled with my fear,

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