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The Car that died!
I really like this poem. I been there. Done that. Sometimes when it comes to our old cars, they amaze us, having more than gas, oil and water to fuel them. They are fueled with our dreams, our hopes, our pride in their ownership. They are fueled with the excitement of our daily back and forths. They lift us when we are sad, and give us back what isolation takes away. Good job. Winged and Unfeathered. Joyce
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Winged
on February 1, 2008 at 7:41 PM
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Optimism often changes expectations.
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EX_TURPI
on January 14, 2008 at 8:16 AM
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..."Spring will warm this grove"
Great Job!
posted by
CRShelley
on January 13, 2008 at 9:57 PM
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I love the nature spining on the loom of a beautiful poem. Outstanding! sam
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sam444
on January 13, 2008 at 9:52 PM
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Beautiful ! WEll written !
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afzal50
on January 13, 2008 at 9:45 PM
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