Date: 12/10/2001 7:44:00 PM
From Authorid: 33286
I know the prison well,, I call it my mind.... great poem Ann,  |
Date: 12/10/2001 7:45:00 PM
From Authorid: 15033
This was outstanding Anabel!...how many times I have felt like this, I stopped counting...wow...Thanks for sharing it...Love,  |
Date: 12/10/2001 7:46:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 34775
Thank you, Tim, for the comments...we all have our prisons..:)~  |
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Date: 12/10/2001 7:48:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 34775
Thank you Thunderhead, I had a feeling that I wasn't completely alone...:)~ |
Date: 12/10/2001 7:50:00 PM
From Authorid: 40199
*putting on sunglasses* ahh! that is better. great job anabel. still lighting it up...  |
Date: 12/10/2001 7:52:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Trapped in an air space. All those myriad eyeballs and still unable to see. Always greener; or is it? Anabel, you wring emotions out of my soul. Thanks for the fine read. Write on...  |
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Date: 12/10/2001 8:09:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 34775
Thanks Oedi...awww put em' away...you flatter, thank you, my friend...:)~ |
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Date: 12/10/2001 8:11:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 34775
Thank you Kronk, I think it is greener over there to a point, how do you bring it to you is the question...without getting trapped under glass, that is~ |
