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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
9/5/2009 |
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Beautiful William fifty years of beautiful memories. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
8/31/2009 |
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| It is amazing how 40 years can seem like yesterday. Her name was Sally. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
8/31/2009 |
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I love the innocence in this poem, William. These type of memories are great to look back on. We all have that first kiss, that first love. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
8/31/2009 |
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How daring our DArtagnan was even at an early age! I'm glad you remembered and shared with us this epitomic poem of youth's first love.
Blessings and Love - Micke
...and Gabbie's drawing is just as precious!! |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
8/31/2009 |
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Ah! The joy of "first love"....beautifully crafted, William. And you grandchild's picture is simply adorable! Most enjoyable read. Thanks!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
8/31/2009 |
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our first love is the sweetest, the most difficult to lose, and the one we really never get over ...
lovely write, William ... |
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| Reviewed by Masimba Mukichi |
8/31/2009 |
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| Charming and brilliant write. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/31/2009 |
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| So very bittersweet, D'Artagnan. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
8/31/2009 |
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| what a sweet write! |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
8/31/2009 |
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Like any fisherman with a rod will tell, "the one that got away", as memory takes you back those forgotten paths when love was new and innocent. Great write, Musketeer!
Although, sixty years ago it was sin to think about girls then. :-)
Georg
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
8/30/2009 |
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,,,memories of growing pains painted with so much sweetness...love this William
Love,Christine |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
8/30/2009 |
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| This poem brought back memories of my first kiss, and yes I was ten. The boy twelve . He had to move to Washington State with his parnts. I was heart broken. I still have his picture, and I remember!!!! The beauty, saddness and innonce, intertwine , capturing heartfelt moments in htis lovely poem....M |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
8/30/2009 |
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This touched some memories William, he was 10 and I 8, after he graduated 50 years passes, but then we meet again and have been a couple ever since...beautiful writing dear friend
peace and love, Carole~ |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
8/30/2009 |
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| HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
8/30/2009 |
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| Thank you for sharing (or creating) such a beautiful moment. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
8/30/2009 |
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William, sometimes we need painful love to recognize healthy love, love that is stronger than the steel on bridges, love that nothing can penetrate to withstand the tests of time. You have that in your wonderful Norma, always know that you are the lucky one...
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/30/2009 |
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This sure does poignantly bring back memories for me, William. I was in grade two and she was in grade one and I've never forgotten her. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/30/2009 |
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Heartfelt and tender write, William; beautifully penned! Well done; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
8/30/2009 |
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| when our soul has been touched and an epiphany, an awakening, a revelation seed has been sown, it's light burns bright within us forever and we never lose it's vital spark. However, we may travel throughout our onward lives in search of its original flame. Tender and beautifully conjured, William. xx |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
8/30/2009 |
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ROLLING FOR A WHILE IN THE BITTERSWEET MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY...DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
8/30/2009 |
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| Still remember her name and I was 6 years old. Veronica |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
8/30/2009 |
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You never forget your first kiss or first love - beautifully penned, William.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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