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Debby J Rosenberg, click here
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the inner sense of freshly born where eyes would know of nothing more than what it is and means to be the being ness of you and me what we were we are no more and what we are is evermore timeless is its exultation love so pure is exaltation
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
12/20/2005 |
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Great offering!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
12/20/2005 |
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| A marvelous poem, Debby. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
12/20/2005 |
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This is as angelic as the graphic that accompanies it. Purity and truth.
Felix |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
12/19/2005 |
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Rapturous delight and the triumph of birth when we are given our angel wings coursing us to our adult flight of elation.
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Gordon Rosenberg |
12/19/2005 |
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