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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
6/3/2008 |
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| Such a rhetorical question you pose at the finish of your poem Abdi-Noor. Somalia? God bless. JMW |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/3/2008 |
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| You are prone to write beautiful love poems, Abdi Noor!;-)ET |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
6/3/2008 |
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| This is beautiful. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
6/3/2008 |
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Even in the dryest and ungenerous of the desert the lonely traveler will find to his surprise a beautiful flower just waiting for him with her color, perfume and a hope of life...
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
6/3/2008 |
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| Beautiful Poem! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/3/2008 |
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Truly beautiful write, Abdi-noor; very well written! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend/sister in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by Shoma Mittra |
6/3/2008 |
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Oh I loved this Abdi..gorgeous. Am visiting the den after ages ...I wish I could find that which can 'activate" my muse to get me to write again .
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/3/2008 |
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In the garden of love
She is a Spring Flower
You have a wonderful garden, my friend. |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
6/3/2008 |
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Abdi-Noor,
I think not my friend. You enjoy the finer things in life. Infatuation can be the sincerest means of flattery. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul. |
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