Sunday, July 5, 2009

A Poem Comments

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I cradle the travelers in their windy Birth,
My name is Mother....Mother Earth.

I Give them a bed in nature to lie,
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John Shea
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Chuy Amante 07 July 2014

I've read several of your jewels! I love the way you flow thru them I think I get it! Thanks! ! !

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Rachel Butler 21 November 2009

'They thank me with colors and odors of fall' Rachel Ann Butler

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 12 October 2009

cradle the travelers in their windy Birth, My name is Mother....Mother Earth. .......mother and motehr earth carry the same meaning and purpose in our life only the thing we must reaspect and realise the value behind it...lovely write and i approciate it....19 read mine...... mother......watched halepleely

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beautiful poem with vivid nature..well done

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John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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