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Is only because
your brain is so wired,
Despite your ailment
You are bright
While others not ill,
Are so much without
Depth, love and insight
Because our brains are integrated
And
Cast at birth
While in the womb
And
The mom knows not
what she is thinking about
Of the loveliest new arrival
or the tomb
And
Her thoughts get transplanted
In our infant
yet to be born ,
developing mind
Where can then anyone,two
Identical kind of brains ever find.
You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one
For every one...
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Comments
loved
Sat, 2011-09-10 08:55
thanks for the loveliest
comments indeed
so far ever received
Rosi
loved
loved
Sat, 2011-09-10 13:12
thank you all for a while do read my older stuff till i resume
going on a sweet holiday
loved
loved
Candlewitch
Fri, 2011-09-16 10:53
Hello Loved,
I enjoyed:
You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one
For every one...
Have a happy holiday!
Always, Cat
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magics02
Sat, 2011-09-17 09:32
Good job Loved
While one is ill one also can perform and write and yes have compassion for their brothers and sisters.
Loved Mona
Geremia
Sat, 2011-09-17 13:42
we all are brothers lost to
we all are brothers lost to one another
souls wandering in parallel lines
intersecting from time to time...
Very fine work, my friend. :)
scribbler
Sat, 2011-09-17 20:00
hi loved
Yes it is often those who are fighting up hill who produce the best work. Don't stay gone too long..........stan
loved
Mon, 2011-09-19 10:35
i shall not be gone for long
but where i now live
is far far forlorn ,
sooner than later
i may be gone,
hope to return
with LOVE TO ALL
FROM LOVED ANON.
In a different world
they call paradice,
not paradise
but where their is no ice,
but infested by mice.
Nonethe less
life here is also very nice.
I miss you all too.
With love to all
who still loved knew.
loved