Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Dark Spots Comments

Rating: 5.0

How old was I
when I first discovered
this thing I was doing was living, and
it would have an end?
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Joseph Anderson 19 January 2016

Smoky-one never feels old til they lose their dad and they ever feel young again.Those dark spots are more noticed from then on.This poem probes the essence of our being Death is the final escape and then what

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Kim Barney 14 January 2016

Loved the poem, Smoky. At first I thought you were going to talk about the dark spots on my hands...

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Kelly Kurt 13 January 2016

An unfortunate fact is that dark spot. All the more reason to enjoy every second of light. Marvelous poem, Smoky

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