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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
9/21/2009 |
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Dear Becca, no, the skies aren't weeping in despair, those tears that are falling are forced out when laughing so hard at us.
We should mend our ways...pronto!
Georg
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/20/2009 |
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Never satisfied, are humans? NEVER. They whine if too little, they whine if too much ... hmmm. Sounds like me, sometimes. (As my Mama used to say, "You want some cheese to go with that WHINE?" LOL) An excellent, thought provoking write to take blessings in whatever form they come! Well done, Rebecca.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
9/20/2009 |
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| ...I HAVE FOUND THAT THE HUMAN RACE AT TIMES CAN BE SO, AS YOU SAY, FICKEL; IN THE SUMMER...THEY COMPLAIN ITS TOO HOT, IN THEY WINTER...THEY COMPLAIN ITS TOO COLD. WHATEVER GOD ALLOWS - THEY ARE NEVER SATISFIED. SHAME, BUT...THANK GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYER AND ONE THAT 'REMEMBERS'. |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
9/20/2009 |
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Excellent poem,I enjoy reading it,take care
EDWIN |
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