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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/24/2008 |
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The sentiments that you express within your verses touch my soul, Sue. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Randall Barfield |
9/8/2008 |
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| How did I miss this one? I was on vacation, I know. But why is a specific hour, day or week too late? Hope doesn't have to vanish. It must be nurtured. When we close the door is when it's too late. Isn't that it? I like doors with windows anyway. Miss you greatly. Hugs |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
7/29/2008 |
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This was written from the soul, and it is really sad when we lose what we once had. The youth filled romps and laughter, the idealistic dreams, the smooth skin that is now wrinkled a tad, and the wishing to be oh so young again.
This is a powerful poem of what getting old is...That I don't mind so much, but did I have to have the pain to go with it? LOL
Thank you for sharing sis, this rates a 10 from me. :-)
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom youlove, and be with you always,and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie |
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| Reviewed by Theresa Koch |
7/7/2008 |
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| Sad and powerful imagery |
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| Reviewed by Sue Glasco |
6/11/2008 |
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| Touching expression of what many of us feel sometimes. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/8/2008 |
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I think the chance is always there, it is always just the question do we want to reach out of our safe zones and take the risks.
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Fee |
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