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| Reviewed by Mike Bayles |
12/10/2010 |
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| This poem is kind of mystical. It's not always what you say in the poem, sometimes, it's what you don't say. |
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| Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury |
1/29/2009 |
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| What a beautiful poem. It has captured my imagination with its power! |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
1/29/2009 |
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Made me wonder where my horse may be! Not pulling chariots though, he was an overweight plug, with a wonderful spirit! A great horse for little kids! I loved my Mr. Zeke...I see him grazing on green meadows with all the little lost babies who never had a chance, petting him! :)
So enjoyed Rose~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper |
7/30/2008 |
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| Sweet rose, super prose, The Lord knows, the rose grows. Yours have no thorns. Love& hugs G |
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| Reviewed by Timothy Flaherty |
7/27/2008 |
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| Great insight on how you see your steed. The title caught my eye beckoning me to open. This piece is short and sweet and alive with flavor. Well done, Tim |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
7/23/2008 |
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A piece of reverent expression well said...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
7/23/2008 |
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.....A fitting and appropriate tribute to a worthy life well paid. Your words bleed love. This is excellent writing. - Bill
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/23/2008 |
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Interesting concept, Rosemarie. Thanks for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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