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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
4/5/2012 |
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Mysterious and Mighty is your pen
peaking such interest * Jerry *
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| Reviewed by Janna Hill |
4/3/2012 |
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| Eerily enticing! |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
4/3/2012 |
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Jerry,
Great write! Let em stand there as long as they don't want your beer, sorry but you know I've shaken off too many times. be safe we need your insight in your penned lines.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
4/3/2012 |
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the husband?... sounds ominous Jerry, I wouldn't open that door to look!;-)Good one!
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
4/3/2012 |
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| I hope that door can unlock, forget the girl! this is scary! |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
4/3/2012 |
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| ooo, mysterious |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
4/3/2012 |
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I enjoy your style here, and to me this is about how we allow doubts to creep in unaware...to me anyway, it's about the mind of the poet!
Am I right?
Chris |
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| Reviewed by T Jett |
4/3/2012 |
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| Yikes! You gave me chills just by the very thought of somebody standing in the hall ... I'm one that gets scared easily! haha |
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
4/3/2012 |
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| Fabulous title! More please. |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
4/3/2012 |
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| Interesting play of lyrical consideration of fear. What struck me most was the reminder that for every force, there inevitably is a counterforce, if only we will acknowledge it. Too often, it is ignored. |
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| Reviewed by Diana Wiles |
4/3/2012 |
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Spooky, spooky...But I have had that many strange things happen...I'm not surprised. When that veil between the unseen world thins just a little... anything can happen...
Diana... |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
4/3/2012 |
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Oh my Jerry a chilling write Laura
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/3/2012 |
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| ...and listened to your conversation... |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
4/3/2012 |
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oooh! This one raises the fine hairs on the back of one's neck! Brings back a bad memory for me....one night after I was divorced back around the dark ages, it was around 11pm when someone knocked at my door....through the peephole I could see a dark stranger staring right though me....Without opening the door I asked him who he was looking for...turned out he had the wrong apartment!
Anna
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| Reviewed by Ruan Burke |
4/3/2012 |
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| Ooh! Creepy. :o) |
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