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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
4/18/2012 |
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| I share the ice cubes of my "toddy" with our dog Kali. Perfectly attuned to the freezer. I need to toast more often..my bad manners. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Asa Seeley |
4/18/2012 |
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i can only imagine. thanks for sharing.
asa |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
4/17/2012 |
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*Jerry* Loved the soft feelings of this
setting for sweet dreams afterward!!!
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
4/17/2012 |
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| cheers! :) (we've had a glass or two from afar) 3 maybe four....ask zoe. |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
4/17/2012 |
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Jerry,
Wonderful write cheers to Zoe, they are our best friends.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
4/17/2012 |
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| Jerry, I totally was enthralled in this gem...vivid moments of silence...love the ending!!! |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
4/17/2012 |
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| Magnificent. What an entertaining piece with so many layers! For one how our boundaries stop where another's boundaries begin, and yes sometimes it's the dog sharing my wine too, but always the connection. What a charmer you have written! |
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| Reviewed by Ruan Burke |
4/17/2012 |
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| They are not called Man's Best Friend for nothing. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/17/2012 |
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| i'll drink to this one, Jerry ... cento di questi giorni ... |
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| Reviewed by Richard King |
4/17/2012 |
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Me, myself and I..... toasting the moon, with vino and Zoe... Don't know how it gets any better.
I'm not a real wine drinker, what goes with that scenario, red or white?
Dick |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
4/17/2012 |
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| I'm not moved often by personal poetry, i.e., confessional or just short of confessional style writing, but this has the sense of universal messaging, merely using 1st person, disallowing a sense of "woe is me" to seep into its strong sense of reality. Truth be told, everyone has some thing or enigmatic person one drinks with. Some of those imagined or actual objects, i.e., that which we sometimes use as substitute mirrors, are our best friends, at least ones that have truly graduated from being "acquaintances" to real friends. And, yeah, you're right, Zoe grabbed my heart. |
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
4/17/2012 |
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| This reads as a Portrait of Peace for me. There is something soothing about savoring a glass of wine in solitude, and you convey that succulence in a healthy way in language chosen; just two glasses and only half-forgotten friends, not 'whole bottle' and 'fully forgotten" friends. I especially enjoy your admitting that nothing special is actually special. Warm glow in that. ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
4/17/2012 |
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such is the intimacy and confessional nature
of this lovely scene i feel i'm an intruder,
a welcome one; bottoms up, Jerry and Zoe!
john |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/17/2012 |
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| No the dog is not an alcoholic, but more of a wino...but more power to her & you, drinking alone is such a downer...e |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
4/17/2012 |
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A great write indeed Jerry and the part where Zoe pouts, I was going to say give her a taste and you did that was cute Laura
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
4/17/2012 |
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What a serene picture you've painted here, Jerry. I like my own company too and sometimes, when it's just me and my shadow, I'm more at peace than any other time....except of course when I'm beside the sea, or in the forest.....enjoyed!
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