by Ed Matlack
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No one to bone,
For past deeds we must atone,
For future fantasies we realize we are alone…
Of some I do revere,
No one do I live near…
© ed ~ 12/30/05
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Simple but most thought-provoking, Ed. Thank you. Love and peace.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Alone? with Rufuz there and God's spirit hovering near
you are never truly alone! btw, the Lord drinks wine;-)
Be blessed in the New Year!
Eileen...ps I love storms, but never heard the likes of this one before. You wouldn't be asleep in fact your trailor would be gone!;-)
|Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|A man is an island. Oh, wait. No, that's not how it goes . . .|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I'll ask my pal the Jersey Devil to stop by and visit you for a New Year Cocktail. 11:45 PM tonight sound good?!
And thanks for your wonderful friendship this past year, too, Pal!
PS Jersey likes bourbon - straight up.