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Post by John Yamrus on Jun 24, 2007 1:20:23 GMT -5
after work
i come home, walk into the kitchen and throw my wallet on the counter.
then my pens, my cards and finally my keys, which slide along the counter, spin, do a little dance and finally come to a stop.
some day
so will i.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 24, 2007 9:35:46 GMT -5
yes remember this poem on starlite...evidence of how effective this poem is on this reader's brain.
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Post by robertrwoods on Jun 24, 2007 13:06:21 GMT -5
JY, good to see you here. Wonderful to read you again.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 12, 2007 8:35:40 GMT -5
This, I can really relate too. I like the sentiment and longing to live feeling you envoke in the ending bit. Great read John, thanks!
Smiles! Bobby
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