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| Reviewed by Michael Guy |
1/24/2010 |
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Another one of your great syllabic writes. Your good with short. I'd almost think you'd spent some time in the "South" I like your history stuff. You know a lot of "Americana"
later, michael |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
1/22/2010 |
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| love the visuals this invokes for me |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
1/21/2010 |
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| Grapes of Wrath. What else is a preacher to do? Be chaste and boring or swig some sourmash???? |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
1/21/2010 |
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And the choir sang "Show me the way home."
Cool picture.
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
1/21/2010 |
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| Banjo playing preacher even jugs the lips / Taking sin on with a might AMEN! / It never is so good as when it is forbidden. Gotta love it. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
1/21/2010 |
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and the guitar playing teacher plucks his g-string...love the picture
fee |
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
1/21/2010 |
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I think I might opt for a tavern
glad I brought my harmonica
takes great lips to play it...
and special rolls of the tongue...
Cool Photo!!
...Those Paths we take
& those paths we choose
Love & Dirt Roads Creating Dust
Vickie |
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