Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Maybe Tomorrow Comments

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She had to give her child away,
Only she, knew the circumstances,
Her heart, turning into clay,
As every new day advances.
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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 06 August 2008

A deeply touching poem, excellent work. Love, Andrew xxx

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Meggie Gultiano 19 August 2007

very touching poem.. was really touched reading this..thanks for sharing.. love and hugs, Meggie

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Olabode Oluwatayo 23 June 2007

Provokes feelings beyond words may say, very pathetic indeed. poetic words which are very deep. great awork. My regards.

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Duncan Wyllie 30 June 2006

Many think they know a situation best, but then, many have not been there! To truely know, sometimes we have to go through such a thing, only then are we quiet enough to listen, only then do we know of the conditions set and the pain involved This poem is a reminder, sensitively put, we must look in the mirror and before asking what would we have done in the same situation, ask our-selves are we capable of such things We must try our best to understand, then we may get a closer look at what it all entails A great poem with a strong message Love Duncan X

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BEYOND GRIEF-STRIKING IS THE MERE THOUGHT OF SUCH TRANSPIRINGS AN EVERSO ELOQUENT SOBERMENT OFWORK....VERY, VERY WELL DONE ERNESTINE''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK

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You've captured the incomprehensibility of this situation well, Ernestine. I can not even imagine. Nice one.

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Lesa K 28 June 2006

A very well-written and touching poem from the heart....

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