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| Reviewed by meljess |
8/4/2003 |
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dude thatis like a way cool poem you have a really good way of using litriture to entice the reader its realgood
love da girls
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| Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader) |
5/3/2003 |
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WOW WOW WOW...how deep how profound...HOW EXCELLANT!
~Nikki~ |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
5/3/2003 |
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| the real me dwells beyond our self... well done! |
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| Reviewed by Erica Ivory |
5/3/2003 |
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I see the meaning... and it means something to everyone...
All I have is my silence...
- in a world where honor,
can be discarded like yesterday's news.
All I have is my silence...
- in a world where freedom,
can become someone's twisted prison.
Sometimes this is all we have.. Like we have no control.. no voice that would/could stop anything.. or anyone to listen. |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
5/3/2003 |
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Reminds me of a line of a poem [paraphrased] "..and then there was no one left to speak for me..."
Well done. |
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| Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson |
5/2/2003 |
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| WOW! If this came to you on the spur of the moment, I'm in big trouble!! This is grand!! Bravo! |
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