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Re: Re: Honest emotion...
I just sent you a wintry poem as a reply. All my old sweaters left behind in the snow as I now live in sunny Florida. Will attempt to remain placid-pure in the future so I do not lose my wings. Still the old school teacher, hovering, grading you with love in my eyes.
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PoeticPoetry
on September 29, 2012 at 5:34 AM
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Re: Honest emotion...
Hi PP. Can one judge a person by ones writing? Read Kabu she preferred the gipsy, but then she likes roast hedgehogs. Believe me most women were a bit narky to me when I first came here. Anyway the Angel offer is still in process. Will have to cut two slits in possibly an old sweater. 
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C_C_T
on September 29, 2012 at 12:25 AM
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Re: Jay
Well of course she had looked into the future, a good job I bought a lucky charm held around her neck it always stays warm.
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C_C_T
on September 29, 2012 at 12:05 AM
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Re: Wouldn't it be fun to spend a few days riding behind Dobin in a gypsy
Yes brill Kabu if you don't mind eating a hedgehog and taken a spade into the unknown.II would think you have had enough of dangerous young men. I suppose you were a dangerous young woman. Now can I tell your fortune dearie.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 29, 2012 at 12:02 AM
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I remember a couple of "gypsy girls" like that...And she was right CC. She was right.
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UtahJay
on September 28, 2012 at 11:59 PM
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Re: Annicita
Well when I started A. A poem did ryhme. I find it harder to form the idea without sometimes.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 28, 2012 at 11:56 PM
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great poem...i dont know i just dont have the patience to try to rhyme
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Annicita
on September 28, 2012 at 7:45 PM
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Wouldn't it be fun to spend a few days riding behind Dobin in a gypsy
caravan, one's arm linked with a dashing black haired and dangerous young man!!!!
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Kabu
on September 28, 2012 at 6:02 PM
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Honest emotion...
Reverting back to your "How Wise" poem which I just re-read, I like the honest passion more in that poem, (or what seemed to me to be honest) than for example today's poem where you end up in a gypsy camp and you did not take the young girl's offer of love which you now regret. Your images in "How Wise" were fresh, unassuming, sweet (but in a manly way) and innocent. The guy writing that poem is the one I would prefer to fall in love with, (as well as any other woman who might happen to read it) as opposed to the guy leaving the gypsy camp. 
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PoeticPoetry
on September 28, 2012 at 11:35 AM
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