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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
10/22/2012 |
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| Wild Flowers & Honey Combs... |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
10/6/2012 |
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Wild may have been the flowers
*Deborah* But love withering
your heart..in lines of sadness
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
10/5/2012 |
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The last line indicates that you sensed something wrong.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
10/5/2012 |
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Lovely writing, Deborah....beautifully phrased!
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| Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci |
10/4/2012 |
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Yes, although one I had loved with all my heart was in my presence, he wasn't really "with me". Baring all can wound mortally!
Love ya!
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
10/4/2012 |
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Ahhh wonderful write Deborah and good to know
at least always in your presence :)
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
10/4/2012 |
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very well written Deborah i liked it
budd |
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