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Sounds like my lifetime, Kayzzaman. I've always had piles of pleasures, but hidden in the piles were sorrows amidst the pleasures. For instance, when my son died at 22, it was a terrible sorrow, but my pleasures were my other sons, my DIL's, my grandbabies, loving extended family. Amidst the sorrow, we all pulled together to comfort one another and remember David together.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 6, 2008 at 3:49 PM
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So very sad but so beautifully written Kayzzaman! Chris.
posted by
Scramble
on March 6, 2008 at 12:57 PM
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boooooohoooo, welcome back
posted by
star4sky5
on March 6, 2008 at 10:54 AM
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Yep! You are back alright!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on March 6, 2008 at 10:32 AM
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Kaz, it is good to be reading your work again. You always leave me thinking and I appreciate that so much! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 6, 2008 at 10:13 AM
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Kayzz
Rather sad - at least the ending was - but it's a gripping piece.
posted by
Troosha
on March 6, 2008 at 8:53 AM
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oh this is so sultry, how pleasures play in the night ~ this is a great poem, flows well and succinct in/of its whole ~
Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on March 6, 2008 at 8:17 AM
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Welcome Back! I hope everything was good for you.....
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on March 6, 2008 at 6:05 AM
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