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Kee Thampi 06 March 2006

Mydear Joy, Lovable mission of life makes this poem Fighting through the sands Traversing the open lands Breathing harsh, drawing hot, fetid air Eyes scanning the lanscape for foes, trying to remain ever aware Ever vigilant, a constant presence Tho the danger level seems formality, keep watch with alll your senses Your specific surroundings will remain mystery Your duties I can only speculate, but I wish you to carry A special thing when you go. Me, my heart, my love and all that I know Perhaps my fears will be settted You are not near dangers' heart tho it still has me nettled But among the hellish, stinking rot, Inflamed by the sun, exposed skin raw from sand and grit, fear not Tho you may have little to occupy your time Aside from work or the bleached dunes you hope never to climb I stand with you, near you, inside you Gaurding what lies within, there's nothing else you have to do

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Ulrike Gerbig 02 February 2006

your poetry is angry, honest, sensual, moving, deep, dark, brave and beautiful. ulrike

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Joy Vanderhelm 29 January 2006

Well, since no one seems to want to leave a comment about me, I will. Joy, your poetry, sometimes amusing, sometimes sassy, sometimes dark, never ceases to amaze. There, that about sums it all up. Okay, I'm being silly again, oh well.

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