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Sounds like good news, I should send you some celery sticks and hummus

Nice poem, "puppy kisses"

Sounds well, but not sure if the details work my little elf

Strong emotions hinted and accentuated with the music of the soul Thank you

I'll free you from your chain, my little elf

I want to snuggle up to you and hug you so much after reading that. Loss is hard to accept and move on

Rhythmic and romantic,

There's a hint of Higgin's plot and a deeper story beyond a poem

Different and intense, thanks

A very Visceral experience of senses, quite enjoyable

The Buddhist Slap ! Good poem

Strong and Fatalistic, great poem.

Sic Transit Gloria- Life is fleeting, but the beauty of its journey lives on.

This was reflexive and interesting piece. Lust is strong and powerful, but it doesn't last. Only love in the waking world does

A charming piece of duality and love

A good piece descriptive poetry

Superb, broken for emphasis and uses meaning filled illustrations

Exceptional social commentary and Reflects the writers' soul. Thanks Bill

I am starting to read and review. Cabin fever (:

I'll stick to Nolan's Batman

Hey what about james bond movies

Well, there is a lot of sympathy and charity going around (I just put $100 to the red cross for Boston Marathon bombing victims) We're going to get through this and I am thankful for everyone around the world showing your solidarity. Now as for the title of blog: This was the cutest thing in recent days and kind of lifts the spirit Two Paws up!

As a Bostonian, I am extremely sad and angry. Sad at the three lives extinguished so far and over a hundred, whose lives will never be the same. Angry that some one could act like this and kill so indiscriminately. It felt like 9/11 happened again, but it was much closer to home. I've walked these routes in years past, I've traveled down Newbury street like most twenty-somethings in my town looking to take in the newest restaurants and fashions. I remember eating lunch on the steps of the library, when my elementary school had fields trips there. While I felt for New York during 9/11, it wasn't the same as what I feel now, there is no words in the language of men that can describe it. Today, as I headed into work, random checks by police happened in the train stations and major bus routes. People were glancing around in fear and anxiety, a tragic reminder of what we as a city lost. Our innocence will never return, our carefree childhoods will never be repeated. The world has moved on in a tragic and darker direction.

To the End By W.L With twelve cycles past Our fears did not last Then came a blast With a swirl of human mass Arms broken in two With legs scattered thru Bloody rain ensue When a cluster withdrew We must hold firm We must hold true We must stand Where many fell We must keep true What many kept That freedom from fear None should yield To the End

A Poem that I created after the tragedy that befell my home, Boston