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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
11/18/2012 |
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Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
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| Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic |
1/31/2012 |
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And the dream of what could have been.
I turned to life and wept.
Ah..join the club!
Yeah..realistic as it gets..good work Theodore..
Blessings.
Vesna |
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| Reviewed by Donna Chandler |
1/30/2012 |
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Sadness, pain and regret radiate from these words.
Donna |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
1/28/2012 |
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your terse metaphors lash themselves to the raw emotion that drives this stake of a poem into the anguished heart of your ideal reader who must follow your speaker's lead and cry unceremoniously on the bare but remorseless shoulder of life itself...
it is your speaker our thoughts and prayers go with...
Be well and be buoyed... let peace permeate your heart.
Roger |
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| Reviewed by Jeffenise Robertson |
1/28/2012 |
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| So short but tells so much, I enjoyed this |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
1/28/2012 |
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Many can relate to this.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
1/28/2012 |
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| hugs - felt an anguish in this one. |
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