Friday, November 30, 2007

My Story Comments

Rating: 5.0

I walked out on her twenty years ago
Although I had nowhere to go
I was young and brash
Tired of listening to unending lectures
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Sandra Martyres
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Ashraful Musaddeq 04 June 2009

I have read this piece slowly. It seems to be a novel, a life story. A legendary job has done by you. I am delighted and added my 10 to it.

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Christine Kerr 22 March 2009

Love the story, I'm betting it is true. It takes some people all their lives to grow up and I have a feeling you had to at a very young age. Great Job

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Kee Thampi 08 January 2009

this is really a slander of a nice poet to recollect own life in a mansion but wing of wind slash it... traveled for miles and miles To find a suitable lodging After a harrowing search I ended up in a dingy flat Dimly lit and smelling musty Reluctantly I laid down my bag And fell asleep on the creaky bed From that day on there was no turning a parish of peace.....but young poetess wants more to rest..... young and brash, still restless

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Scott Austin 04 December 2007

Sad, but this is how our daughter is doing to us right now.

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Sandra Martyres

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