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Art of Fumbling Common denominators: If Frank says they exist then dickens they do The colour of blood, the compassion of babble “mama” And glistened eye for a fledgling with high grade fever Seek and ye shall find or sleep and deny Most hungered after yet most maligned sanity presented

ohhh! ! ! ! 1 this is very amusing read indeed.. i liked it.. and you said it well indeed my dear lady! ! liked it very much..10++for the entertainment with lots of love shan

Christine! this is a well thought out poem! 10+++ i love the way you have orchestrated every finding good on you girl! regards Bob

Solid penning, young lady...Common denominators exist within the most contrasting of roots & bloodline, however inveteratingly they may be guised at first look....Fools indeed....but are not all of us each & one mortally incisoined by this lethal element, that we astutely pass-off as ''The Human Element'' in an effort to excuse what we can, in fact control, if we committed to doing so? However, even affording that cop-out some fair credence, it still befuddles my mind to think that we cannot at least learn form our maniacal past....Yet, still, as you so eptly described it in this fine piece of work.....we keep fighting on & on...again & again! BTW: Apropos titile, to boot! FjR (09)

Damn fools indeed....great write about painful and noisy neighbours...

I really like that poem. It sucks to be around those people who are at their spouse's throat.