Monday, January 13, 2003

Autobiographia Comments

Rating: 3.1

I had everything and luck: Rings of smoke
blown for me; sunlight safe inside the leaves
of cottonwoods; pure, simple harmonies
of church music, echoes of slave songs; scraps
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G.E. Patterson
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Charity Nduhiu 21 September 2015

Wonderful poem it is good we appreciate what we have. I like

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G. Akanji Olaniyi 14 September 2015

Lucky you, maaaan! ! ! Many pray for it, labour for it, but still do not get it! Good composition! ! !

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Michelle Claus 06 July 2014

My grandmother used to say, Count your blessings. You do. Nice poem.

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Captain Cur 06 July 2012

An eye opener to fully appreciate what we are blessed with instead of complainIng about our lives! Great poem!

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Robert Combs 19 April 2007

I grew up south of you in Natchez.........I had everything, too. Unfortunately, I never knew it. I just assumed. I really like your work here. thank you, Robert

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Michael Gale 20 October 2006

Great poem. It's amazing how much of every day life we may take for granted. An easy ten for originality and style. God bless all poets-MJG.

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