There is more poetry in the face of a child, than in any one word.
posted by B. at
3:19 PM
Thursday, November 11
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- Name: B.
- Location: Cincinnati, United States
"..why, then, do we have to be human and, avoiding fate, long for fate?"
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4 Comments:
You speak like a true poet. You blog is full of feeling and love.
Why do I have the feeling that the previous post is from someone I know making fun of me? Hmmm...'fess up!
Nay, I am but a weary traveler on this information highway who has for too long been without the tender sentiment of postings like yours. To know you is but a wistful dream.
But you do know me.
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