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Remembering Joy

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 5 comments

it was darkness, and then joy as hope entwined my soul it was the dawning, remembering my mind, stretching oh, yes, I have one - a mind and thoughts to think with it words to spill from it like sweet fire, running from my fingertips I, the creative joy.

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[9] nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply

Do I get to cheat and put the same comment? ;)

[5] anonymous 5-Apr-02/4:38 PM Reply

Isn't it a little eyes to just throw together random words? There were a couple things that matched up however; "sweet fire" wouldn't have thought about its taste before. good one.

[5] anonymous 17-May-02/9:49 AM Reply

"oh, yes, I have one-/ a mind" just destroys this piece.

[9] nentwined 30-May-02/7:39 PM Reply

I really love this: especially "oh, yea, I have one - a mind and thoughts to think with it"

[9] malpaso 10-Jun-07/6:14 PM Reply

great commentary on beating writers block and profoundly wistful and brief---just the way i like 'em. keep on writing!!!!!