Monday, January 13, 2003

A Rolling Stone Comments

Rating: 3.1

There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
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Robert William Service
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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 July 2022

It's said: A rolling stone gathers no moss!

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Susan Williams 05 February 2018

Oh. My. Word. Oh, what a calling for mankind to live free- -free itself from pettiness, ugliness, meaninglessness. If I were young, I would stuff a backpack and wander through God's world and Praise Him who made it all but I fear I will wander the world only in my imagination now as I watch it through my window. Giant super poet and a multifaceted miracle of a poem. 10 of course.

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Ndaiga Ngatia 05 February 2018

My golden youth I'm squandering, ...Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I die.... Beautiful, just beautiful

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Fran Jenkins 05 February 2018

A very beautiful poem.

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Raynolds Moseamedi 05 February 2018

Great poem...thanks

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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 February 2018

Such an interesting write by Robert William Service👍

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Ruta Mohapatra 05 February 2018

A wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing.

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