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superb and enchanting - your ten kisses, how sweet will be there return. .............................................................................o

I can see paint worn steps with leaves in an eddy twirling around an eerie day and in the midst lit by the bloom of ten orchids ... my god you painted me a picture in words its delicately beautiful ... you inspire me and always touch my heart no matter what edge you use in your poetry another wonderful write ... I am in awe of your pen ... I want to be like you and Cat when I grow up LOL (hugs) I really do lol Love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

Your words knock me off my feet. It really is Fall, it has arrived and with it a sweet sadness. Soon we will enter a time of rest so that there can be renewal. I love the pictures you paint with your beautiful mind. Orchids, oh my, how lovely. Always, Cat

Yes you must hurry, before the first flurry, as fall has just crept by, run with the cooling winds kick those leaves, then choose the best berries for your table feast, and as the leaves turn to their Autumn glow so the Pumpkin puts on it's best show, from green to yellow, as the leaves glow. You will laugh and play there very soon as it is way past Harvest moon, where faces carved by children now that halloween has shown us how we didn't notice the change of air what happened and the months oh Where, Yours Ian.T

...then, dripped from my pen as it changes into a microphone. I then read your poem into said microphone, to the listener of my soul...and the words became a feast...for me to digest. Thank you for this. "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.

"It" added that bit after your name, automatically!. I was going to put that you have that presence, like that of a guru, or a charismatic leader, a 'something' indefineable, "Je ne sais quoi! That you let bleed into your poetry, your life, and it is felt and sensitive to the touch, be it the touch of the brain, the heart or the body; all is infused with a kind of ight and it seems almost as if you could write anything down and it would always have this aura of its own, how do we define it, its a gift to the world from someone special, you Anna. Your sister Ann

Much appreciated your write....and such a lovely one at that...also appreciate you for the 76 trombones....I enjoyed the parade, I too share your Birthday date...we are of great minds...or at least I like to think so...LOL Thanks again..