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Memory (Free verse) by SILYLILGURL How am I living
with this memory
Can't stop thinking
of this memory
It's everywhere
even in Italy
It might not be showing
but I am thinking
How am I living
with this memory
Up the ladder:
Farmhouse, Southern France (storm on arrival)
Down the ladder:
Make Music in Your Heart
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Posted: November 6, 2003 2:38 PM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2003 2:38 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.888889 Overall Rank: 1498 Comments:
A rigorous masterwork.
Sometimes memories are the hardest part of living huh?
I refer you to my latest poem, On Visiting My Father. I shall bestow a 10 on this li'l ditty to balance Dreamers unmerited 0
yea might want to rewrite this, where in VA are you from?
You display far too much non-cumulative retentive agresssion here. In a way it's something that haunts us all, but, the cure comes with age.
This could be remade stronger, probably by halving the size - it's a universal emotion, to be sure; I think its worth keeping.
I thought Italy is inclusive of everywhere, must be that i am wrong. If u ask a fool he wud nod n say this is great; since i am one myself i'd also nod n say u wanted 2 say more but u chose less. Just rem that anything that haunts is never short. Hence in the end i gota say its worth a 08max no more no less:o)
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blessed with 0.