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| Reviewed by Amira van Kerk |
1/18/2006 |
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Can relate to this one very well. Any place is better than a cold and empty home with memories haunting you.
Perfect one.
Amira |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
1/11/2006 |
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Very sad offering!!
Hope this is only fiction!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Jeff Mason |
1/11/2006 |
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| Hey, please be okay. BTW, you never told me how you hated the song I did for you (the recording) - I know it was bad, but I didn't know it was THAT bad... I am NOT a singer - I keep telling people that; and my rendition/rendering of your song was probably nowhere near what you would have liked or wanted, right? Also BTW I, too, have had many nights just like what you describe. -- Jeff |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
1/11/2006 |
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Oh young Danielle, I hope with all my heart that this is not a present mind and heart state for I ache just thinking you could feel this way. You are such a beautiful, talented artist with so much going on for you that I cannot bear the thought of those tears of yours staining an empty bar top. Big Pops hug.
Felix |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
1/11/2006 |
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| Whoa! You and I seem to be on the same wavelength, because the poem I just posted runs along the same lines. Good poem. Have a great day. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/10/2006 |
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Danielle this is just too sad for words! I recall many a night like this and it gave me chills remembering. Time to make new plans...Great write;-)
Eileen |
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