Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Hunting Births Comments

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If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
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David Scott 08 October 2009

John, Patti showed me this poem the other day and I was blown away. I like your style, keeps me inspired. Thanks.

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Ian Bowen 06 October 2009

John, I believe you may have to claim your fair share of 'poetic licence on this one. Regards, Ian

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Patti Masterman 06 October 2009

I do savor a big juicy steak..but then I always preferred grass fed meat, lol. This poem blows me away. In the land of imaginings, this poem would wear a crown. Your descriptions are so mind bending. Loved that word you used; 'grubs'. Am I permitted a small smile? Thanks, this is stupendous.

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John Weber

John Weber

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