Ted Sheridan

*knock, Knock

We die from within and just like our statues
We dedicate to our eternal memory,
So many trinkets sculpted
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  • Ken E Hall (9/8/2010 8:29:00 AM)

    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 (5/24/2010 11:51:00 PM)

    a very diferent aproach to life and death, nice write though

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  • Obed Souza (7/16/2009 1:34:00 PM)

    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 MartyresSandra Martyres (7/14/2009 12:04:00 AM)

    You are right and this is a lovely true write...

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  • Emancipation Planz (7/13/2009 11:27:00 PM)

    ? 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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