Thursday, October 13, 2005

How Do I Continue? Comments

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My every muscle hurts.
I fight my eyes for sight.
It seems my day just starts...I blink
and once again it's night.
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Mary Nagy
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Brian Dorn 15 August 2006

Mary, this is sooooo well done. I love the line about smelling the roses... great poem! ! Brian

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Kia Seales 07 March 2006

OMG mary you are a GREAT writer keep up the Great work Superman

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Faith Elizabeth Brigham 23 October 2005

Mary-I can relate so well to this poem. It really moved me. I love your style of writing and can tell you write from the heart.

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Louise Bizzari 13 October 2005

Mary.....very nice indeed! Imaginative substance in quite a prolific description that denotes familiar impediments yet allows one a cryptic camouflag of arcane identities denied yet restored through prima facie dissimulation, prevarication and of course very good imagination! With kind thoughts, Louise Bizzari

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Ernestine Northover 13 October 2005

I know that feeling Mary, it seems it's with one permanently. It's worse as you get older, time just disappears between day and night. Very nice poem to read. Sincerely Ernestine

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Uriah Hamilton 13 October 2005

Hang in there, Mary, I'm rooting for you!

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