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I wake at night in my own
painted room.Their are monsters
in my closets, and ghost at my
doors.Out, says the window.
Out, says the door, out, out
out.

DAVID GERARDINO

Saturday, March 5, 2005

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Mary Nagy 18 March 2005

David I wouldn't say my poetry comes from 'mood swings' (although my family may disagree) . I write what I'm feeling. My poems that are about my mother are more solemn because my relationship with her is so difficult. She just can't or won't be something positive in my life and I would really like her to be. The other side of my life is my poems about my family (husband and kids) and in that part I am very happy and fulfilled........drastic differences and sometimes my poetry seems strange.....happy one poem and miserable the next. I think it's so observant that you noticed that. Thanks for reading my poems. I do appreciate it. Mary

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