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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/7/2007 |
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I love this. It reminds me that some people think that I'm "weird" and a couple of beers short of a six-pack. Not everyone who knows me agrees but I don't really care. Thanks, Jackie. Much appreciated. Love and best wishes to you,
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| Reviewed by Sharon Lawson |
3/20/2007 |
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| An ode to the mentalists ;op I enjoyed this poem and it reminds me how much the majority of us - including me, of course - all have that 'other side' to them. No-one can deny it! The thoughts we can have, the things we want to explore, but should we....? At least we can recognize the Kook in us. Hail! You'd worry otherwise! |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
3/19/2007 |
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Burning eyes, burning heart and burning desires.
The jester are taunting us with evel...yet, we can see the innocence.
Machiavellian writing!
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| Reviewed by Tactfully Naive |
3/18/2007 |
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Ha, ha said the clown! Nah, reading this reminded me oddly - bloody oddly - of 'Let's all drink to the death of a clown.' Maybe something to do with laughing in the dark - laughter melting in a park? Burn Baby Burn! Not literally, but is that it?
'When all said and done,' said Alex's father pathetically, At least you are aware of your soul's need, Jackie.
Regards
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