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Alison Cassidy (9/14/2007 3:39:00 AM)
This is such a sad tale, Ted. And one that has many parallels in our western world of instant gratification and me me me. Rich with irony, there is surely something personal in your tale, methinks. Excellent penning. love, Allie xxxx |
Patricia Gale (9/13/2007 2:49:00 PM)
I must agree... so true |
Tara Sloblock (9/13/2007 12:26:00 PM)
Packing a punch with a lot of truth mixed in as ever. You're the highlight of the day here as ever... t x |
Hubcap Shithead (9/13/2007 11:01:00 AM)
The void is always there
Constantly demanding to be filled
Like a pothole of the soul....
And no one has a shovel....
Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions
She really had no clue....
you really have a way with words like apooter on a potters wheel, , you mould emotions into poetic thoughts.. |
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