Monday, August 22, 2011

Blood Comments

Rating: 5.0

There is blood on my hands;
and they won't come clean
alone and weary I'm tired
of nobody knowing what I mean
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Smoky Hoss
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Constance K Yost 25 August 2011

Oh-this is glorious! Love comes shining through after all. Great poem! Constance

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Juan Olivarez 24 August 2011

What a poem, full of tragedy and pathos, but dripping with wisdom, great work Smoky.

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Eric Cockrell 22 August 2011

another excellent poem... we all have blood on our hands... i tip my hat to you!

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