Friday, March 9, 2012

My Jeans Became Wet From The Rain Comments

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Where do the butterflies hide in a storm?
What do the hummingbirds do in high winds?

And why do I ponder on victims?
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Jan Freundschuh
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Danny Draper 09 March 2012

Pot or not it matters no jot. T. S. Elliot may have written this or been glad to. I read it thrice and on each read appreciated it more for its rich depth and broad scope but return to pinpoint focusing accuracy on one life's consuming issue and core of life and all creativity - ignition and stoking of the fire within. Terrific! Thanks to Karen Deeks for informing me.

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Karen Deeks 09 March 2012

THIS IS FABULOUS! ! ! I adore this poem so so so much! ! It is fabulous it is free spirited, everytime I read it I want to be running in the wind and giggling at it's insignificance. I adore Maya Angelous work but on reflection, I find hers beautiful but I find this exhillerating and empowering. I suppose what I saying is this is the finest write (as I never forget it) you don't just think outside the box young lady... You run circles around it :) This makes me grin and smile... Wonderosy

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