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| Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) |
3/3/2004 |
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| Love is never having to ask that question. I know you are loved. |
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| Reviewed by E. Richardson |
3/2/2004 |
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| a poignant question with no definable answer...nicely done, Sara |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
3/2/2004 |
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| I'm not sure there is anybody that can't relate to this Sara. Very well done. Lisa |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
3/2/2004 |
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O! God Sara I know exactly what you mean dear friend...be sure that when I say I love you I mean it with all my heart okay!!
Don't think that I just put that next to my name out of second nature.....no ways!!
What's in my heart is true...it's pure....and like superglue.....it sticks forever!!
That's why I know how it can hurt if someone tells you they love you and don't really mean it......it's a killer!!
Love Tonka |
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| Reviewed by Sandi Schraut |
3/2/2004 |
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| Wonderful poetry! Sandi |
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| Reviewed by Cheryl Sellers |
3/2/2004 |
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| you have made the loving here subjective, I am sure many of us have had times in our lives we have asked our self the same questions... good write |
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