Monday, January 30, 2006

Caged Time Comments

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As the winds of time sweep across my shores,
Wrinkles and age seep into all pores.
Hands of clocks creep faster and faster,
Accompanied by illness, a cancerous disaster.
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Michael Gale
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SO VERY SAD, BUT IN ITS OWN WAY, ITS THAT CIRCLE OF LIFE THEORY...ETHEREALLY, ASHES & DUST...AETHEREALLY, WE COME IN AS A CHILD...AND LEAVE AS ONE, AS IN CASES LIKE YOU SO ELEQUENTLY WRITE ABOUT HERE...A DOSE OF SOBERMENT FOR THE SOUL, MIKE....AND A TEN FOR A WELL CRAFT OF LIT.! '''''''''''''''''FRANK

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Sylvia Spencer 07 March 2006

micheal I can deal with this poem quite well becuse I am a housekeeper at a daycenter for the elderly., they are not caged. they come there every day, picked up by trained people on a mini bus just so they can get out for the day. I love the poem it has great depth to one that deeply understands cheers Sylvie

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

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