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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
8/13/2012 |
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Bad memories go away so
that *George* can play!
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
8/12/2012 |
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War is a horror, my late husband had nightmares
He could not even sit with his back to a door
He always had to be facing it with his back to
the wall
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
8/11/2012 |
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| Very nice!!!!! I like this!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
8/11/2012 |
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George memories i used to sleep a little below a battery of 105's
budd |
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| Reviewed by pat medlin |
8/11/2012 |
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| so many can't even imagine...i liked this george |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/11/2012 |
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It's hard to imagine what it was that like to charge across a battlefield armed only with a musket, saber or knife, facing cannon fire. The sound of the projectiles alone would elicit enough fear to stop the charge. Glad that I only heard them at celebrations and the time one scared the hell out of me announcing the evening at Fort Santiago, Manila, the Philippines.
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
8/11/2012 |
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| You brought up the fact, George, that the innocent little cannon was a harbinger of something very bad. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
8/11/2012 |
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Such vivid memories triggered by something so innocent...a toy..
Powerful poetry my friend...
Peace, love and light,
Amber |
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