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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
7/8/2008 |
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ha, ha... very cute! I hate socks and abhor shoes...so if I have to wear them you will find me in some sort of sandals...even in the dead of winter.
And just as an aside...Words to the wise...I recently injured my big toe and have spent the last month hobbling around because of it. I have learned through this pathetic experience, just how much we use our toes! And... I have also learned that flip flops are not always the best choice of foot attire if you don't want to strain your already throbbing toe... :~)
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| Reviewed by Kenny Moon |
10/4/2004 |
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| ah, feet, we wrap 'em up and think they're too far away, unlike our hands, to need much attention, but look after you're feet and you'll never walk alone, that's what I say! Good poem. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
9/29/2004 |
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| Cute write :-) |
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| Reviewed by Katy Walsvik |
9/29/2004 |
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| LOL at Mountain Poet down there, the silly thing! oooooooo Kate, my dearest loon, this is scrumptious and altogether delicious! I pitter-pattered through this and then I started again, mostly because I just love this piece! You are a poet after me own heart, indeed. Bare feet, rain, puddles, and flip flops... "Buried beneath life's socks..." Ain't it the truth!? I don't think you realized this but you actually wrote this for me! (grin) How nice! hehehe... katy xox. |
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| Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK |
9/29/2004 |
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When (God) Socks It To You --You Don't Want To Smell The Fragrance Beneath His Feet_
unique N Different!
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| Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart |
9/29/2004 |
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| I'm not surprised feet can breathe as well. In my time, I've seen a few feet that probably had the sniffles. |
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| Reviewed by Phillip William Allen |
9/29/2004 |
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| Being buried beneath life's socks, Now that's scarey |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
9/29/2004 |
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My mates put Lug worms in my sleeping bag, Not a nice thing to do. Did I deserve it..Yes cos I Stitched up their tents, whilst they were sleeping..HEHEHE...
Keep them filp flops flapping around your plates of meat..
Just gotta love this.. |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
9/29/2004 |
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| haha i think it belongs here where we will all read it. i love it and i'm really sorry the city makes going barefoot unsafe, i'm from the south where shoes were often an option not a necessity |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/29/2004 |
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(((katy)))
i love going barefeet :) yes, yes, yes! socks are too confining my feets gotta BREATHE *mebbe they're claustrophobic, just like me LOL*
fun write--you go, girl (and watch out for them slugs LOL)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :D |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/29/2004 |
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Sherry is not kidding about the giant slugs in WA. I've had unwanted encounters with them too... ewwww! This is great. I hope none of us are ever buried beneath "life's socks."
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| Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz |
9/29/2004 |
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I'm still shivering from Sherry's story!
Loved your clever writing of this barefoot escapade, Kate.
You've begun my day with a smile... |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/29/2004 |
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I feel the world through my toes:
A most interesting write, Kate. I've always thought we should still be running around barefoot; would keep us closer to the earth, and its many wonders, and we might appreciate them more - like many children still do.
PS Have you ever felt a nightcrawler wiggling between your toes - marvelous! |
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