Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Blame Aphrodite Comments

Rating: 3.1

It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
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Edward Kofi Louis 30 October 2020

" Love for that boy" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Khairul Ahsan 30 October 2020

The caption is nice.

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Mahtab Bangalee 30 October 2020

she has almost killed me with love for that boy ....love is intoxicated injection of Aphrodite//

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 October 2020

she has almost killed me with love for that boy Very good poem. tony

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 30 October 2020

so beautiful poem.. great respect for mother, , clear 10 No parallel-Mother Friday,30th October 2020 mother's love has no parallel nobody can spell even in words, She is like a lord to all Dr Jadia Hasmukh

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dear soulmate 30 October 2020

Thats so true, i am dying ere for the love of that boy he is my soul mate

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she has almost killed me with love for that boy

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 October 2020

Mother is ever remembered with tender affection. This poem is very brilliantly penned with interesting notion. Tis poem is very amazing.

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Infinitely 04 October 2018

Literally the origin of Too gay to function

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I am gay 09 April 2018

sure am

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M Asim Nehal 08 March 2016

Lovely poem

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Tai Chi Italy 15 July 2007

A painful truth revealed! lol smiling ironic like Tai

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