Friday, June 24, 2005

A Freak Like Me Comments

Rating: 4.8

Where are you, Miracles?
I’m reaching out for you.
Mama says you’d be there for me if I listened to her.
But it’s been raining ever since the stars left the sky,
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John Tiong Chunghoo 21 February 2008

somehow or the other i love your poems, keep on lara

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Peter A. Crowther 13 August 2005

I like 'A freak like me crawls under her little shelter when the storm attacks'. I think we all tend to do that at times. It is a good image and a good poem.

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Jerry Hughes 12 August 2005

Dear Anies, this is a good poem even if you're wallowing in a bit of self-indulgency. This is an old adage worth remembering when you're feeling depressed and out of sorts: 'I complained because I had no shoes. Until I saw a man who had no feet.' Best of luck and keep writing, Jerry

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A. B. 25 July 2005

Anies, This is a beautiful poem. It really is hard to see something go wrong when we thought every thing is right, , and will always be right. This is a cool one.

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