Monday, April 20, 2009

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I don't have my face for effect, it is only
to serve humming for loud gales and the sun
when me grows older, it a map of the world
on my face, leave a time, and show
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Maria Barbara Korynt
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Eyan Desir 04 May 2009

Good write dear poet.....

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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 29 April 2009

your inner light is shining on this poem! spectacular and vivid! amazing!

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 21 April 2009

when me grows older, it a map of the world on my face, leave a time, and show important roads................yes wrinkles akin to map of wisdom............but when we transcend the wisdom and our mind make home in divine sphere our face perhaps become wrinkless like a child..................Unless and until you become guiless like child you cannot enter into kingdom of heaven.........Christ.............Good Write........

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Dagmara Anna 21 April 2009

' I don't have the face for effect, ...' - yes, it is very good poem. Thank you! :) DA

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