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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
5/4/2011 |
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| I think this is your very best Pat! Sorry I'm so late getting through to it down the overgrown pathway that is my inbox. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Richard King |
4/3/2011 |
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Wow! Pat, this is really, really good. "... her world of now ...unmarked graves of abandoned memories...” Great phrasing, I absolutely love it.
Thanks Dick |
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| Reviewed by steve Chering |
4/3/2011 |
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| Clever writer you. A snuk of words tickling down the page revealing a sneak peep of an even longer poem? ..I'm sure. Great stuff. Maybe a part 2.? hurry ...get writing..lol |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
4/2/2011 |
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Wonderful eloquently creative way of bringing us into the sensual rush and psychic pain at the same time!
Secret though Pat, I'm so afraid of tight spaces I have to cover face in hands in the elevators when I MUST take them, otherwise, I'm a stairway gal.
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
4/2/2011 |
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| Great writing indeed ...Hugsss |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
4/2/2011 |
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What a vivid lesson in memory...well done!
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
4/2/2011 |
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| Elevators do give you pause for thoughts but they are lost with the opening door. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
4/2/2011 |
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| I see you conquered your word problem of yesterday, Pat, and in fine fashion I might add. Dark poetry is supposed to grab us by the throat and not let go until the last line is read. "Tripping On The Music" did that wonderfully. It sparked an idea about me and my childhood friend (who died two weeks ago) that I may try to do something with. |
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