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Tara Sloblock (8/18/2007 2:09:00 AM)
Just gone eight on a saturday morning here and you got me in tears. This is profound, absorbing, honest and heart-rendering. Also, I know exactly what you mean. My will says 'throw me away in a garbage bag and spend the funeral money on a piss-up' - or words to that effect.
love
t
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marvin brato (8/14/2007 5:58:00 AM)
Ya, and 'Poet-Ted too' in your poem- Marci is right.. you made many happy! Great, highest marks Ted. Thanks. |
Ivan Donn Carswell (8/9/2007 7:32:00 PM)
Damn, you missed out 'Ready-Teddy' in the listing - I can't help thinking of the cucumber... Rgds, Ivan |
Marci Made (8/9/2007 4:57:00 PM)
Ted, from your poems and few emails I must say that the value and worth of YOU far exceeds all you've expressed in this wonderful poem.......You forgot to add all the good you've done and how many you've made happy to read your words....You have a wife and daughter who love you and that is what completes you..I once read and somewhere it is saved....'that in the end the measure of a mans success, is not what a man has or has not accomplished but whether or not you are loved by even just one in the end.' You have two constants to prove you are a success.....by the way, please don't go if that is intended in the ending....hugs, marci. :) ~~ |
Scarlett Treat (8/9/2007 10:40:00 AM)
So, here is another word you forgot....Dearest Teddy...because somewhere along the line, I know there was friendship...and there have been times, I have discovered, when friendship was the greatest love of all. This is really good, I felt all the innocent joys of childhood, all the lumps and bumps of adulthood...not to mention the joy of fatherhood. Well done, and maybe, just maybe, typical of each of our lives. I know I felt familiar with your landscape.... |
Anna Russell (8/9/2007 10:36:00 AM)
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Raymond Carver.
(can't use own words, lump in throat)
Hugs
Anna xxx |
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