Monday, July 13, 2009

*knock, Knock Comments

Rating: 2.7
We die from within and just like our statues
We dedicate to our eternal memory,
So many trinkets sculpted
From concrete, brass, plaster and wood.


Ted Sheridan
Ken E Hall 08 September 2010
Anyone who thinks he has more friends than fingers on one hand is a fool, you work it out so well regards
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Vaughn Bekker 24 May 2010
a very diferent aproach to life and death, nice write though
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Obed Souza 16 July 2009
Your points of view are totally different from mine, but you are an excellent writer. We start to die the day we are born...
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Sandra Martyres 14 July 2009
You are right and this is a lovely true write...
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Emancipation Planz 13 July 2009
? Tis me... That they never really knew us all that well… (yes.. I know that.. but, I love to answer your knock...) ... nice to see you again.. aroha, Deana
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