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I don't believe I can breath until...until you buy me a beer. I wrote a
post on my freemanwalking blog recently about loosing inspiration and this poem contains a lot of the same sentiment. No matter where we are its eventually the relationships we forge that give locations meaning. Nice work. And good microbrewed beer is my favorite drink, with black coffee a close second.
posted by
FreeManWalking
on December 3, 2006 at 7:26 PM
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Thanks for the comments you guys.
Farsailor, I love how your comments are poetry in themselves.
Kat--you make it sound so simple. But grabbing it doesn't always work, not in my experience, at least..
Tonzonit, thanks for checking out my poetry. ^-^ I hope you continue to enjoy it.
posted by
NightMajik
on December 3, 2006 at 5:42 PM
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Night
So beautifully done and if you find true love grab it tight and don't let lose it rarley happends
posted by
Kat02
on December 3, 2006 at 3:36 PM
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ENRAPTURED
TO LOSE ONESELF IN ANOTHER, HEAVEN OR PREPARATION FOR THE FALL... VERY NICE POEM, I LIKED THE FOCUSSING... 
posted by
FARSAILOR
on December 3, 2006 at 4:32 AM
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Good evening, Night Majik (good morning for me)
Nice to discover your poems. Don't know why I haven't before. I shall be keeping an eye on them with interest. Gotta go shopping now...
posted by
Antonionioni
on December 3, 2006 at 2:27 AM
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