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| Reviewed by June Thompson |
6/25/2006 |
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graphic and raw in it's emotion
much enjoyed |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Pekarcik (Reader) |
6/13/2006 |
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Wow, Duke.
This piece really packs a punch!!
Kat |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
6/6/2006 |
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| Excellent message within this write! |
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| Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader) |
6/6/2006 |
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Whewwwy!!!
This is a piece of art as deep as the realm of a worm, and yet a
tad humorous, too. |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
6/5/2006 |
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Indeed!
An apocalyptic, but humourous vision laced with irreverence and vivid gory images!
I loved it!
"For I am the worm that devours the pus of putrefaction" has got to be the most debilitating last line of a poem I have ever read.
I lost my lunch!
Drat!
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
6/4/2006 |
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| Thought you were going to be that worm at the bottom of the tequilla bottle...a tasty snack that was...the end is nigh', but no worries as long as there is tequilla and bourbon, you won't feel a thing...take a toke for me...Ed & rufuz |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/4/2006 |
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An "in your face" message that is difficult to ignore. Nicely done, Duke. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/4/2006 |
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| I guess we need clean-up after antichrists, but you sure did get nasty with the next to last line;-) Powerful poem Duke! |
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