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| Reviewed by jude forese |
8/11/2006 |
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| sometimes foreign words make us feel right at home ... |
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| Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson |
8/9/2006 |
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May your blessings continue on in His love.
Allen |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
8/7/2006 |
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| How delightful Janet! It is a joy to be able to spend some thime with them especially when so far apart. I bet you do pick flower gems of love and joy together. Special poem!...Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
8/7/2006 |
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| How just absolutely wonderful to have cross-culturual blood in your close family, Janet. A privelege and a blessing for sure. I wish you much joy. Love the flower-picking motif... like all the best ambassadorial welcomes.. the child presents the sweet posy as the carpet is rolled out. Delightful, thank you. LOL K xx |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/7/2006 |
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| My dear old grandmother always wore her babooshka, and she really looked good in it. And I did like picking flowers from her wonderful garden. |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
8/7/2006 |
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| i'm lost but it sounds nice |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
8/7/2006 |
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| okey-dokey |
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