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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by arnie s WACHMAN	Critique Date
I Can hear Humming Bird Wings	marilyn terwilleger	Can you hear the applause from this far away? As Billy Crystal says, "Mahvelous darlin', simply mahvelous." And that is all I can say. I do await the hummingbirds return to my feeders. Oh, I used to tell my patients to put on rose coloured glasses and tip toe thru the tulips because they weren't facing reality. If I read you correctly...nah, I wont go there// I loved the "if an owl hoots...that is perfection. Oh my, I need to bask in your radience! Wanna dance?	2005-03-02 19:26:47
The Problem With Angles	Mell W. Morris	Well I for one don't believe in angels. Although I'm from Canada you might say that I'm from Missouri in that respect. I love it when a poet gives me new language, i.e.: pocosin which I have yet to find but I assume it's a plant;nacreous is that pearly? I am glad you lost your sharp edges...don't we all in time? Thank you.	2005-03-01 19:30:23
The Winter of 04	Lennard J. McIntosh	Well Lennard, that's why I moved away from Northern Alberta to sunny west coast of BC. NO more snow. I had enough of 40 below and wind and snow and ice and...well you got the picture all right. I would suggest that you get rid of the capitalization That lunged like a tyrant.....................on this line 'cause it interrupts to flow from the previous stanza and as well from the next one. Thanks for the bitter reminder!! That's one scene I don't miss.	2005-03-01 19:18:45
Perfecting Praise	Latorial D. Faison	This style of prayer is foreign to me because I am Jewish. However I am quite well versed as to other beliefs. I am glad that you brough Joseph and David into this for it shows that you do know the other side of the coin so to speak. Thanks for posting.	2005-03-01 19:11:29
Open Your Eyes	Latorial D. Faison	Okay, I identify with this. As a Jew I am not immune to bigotry and hatred. Did you know that Jews weren't allowed to buy real estate in Florida until around 1948? (My parents moved to Florida in 1947) Did you know Arthur Godfry, the well know broadcaster, openly ranted against Jews on his daily radio program from Miami Beach? Jews have found the way to own land, and that is through education believe it! Thanks for this ] piece. It tells exactly how you feel.	2005-02-28 19:43:36
Outside My Window	Patricia Gibson-Williams	Thanks for the note 'cause it had me wondering. This is a well crafted poem from beginning to end. It held my interest and attention with the rhyming pattern a perfection of notes.This is a loverly piece of what's not to be yet there springs hope never-the-less. Glimmers, Gliding, gossamer ... rolls off the tongue and my minds eye. Thanks for this loverly piece.	2005-02-27 17:34:23
-- -- --what they are doing." Lk.23:34	Paul R Lindenmeyer	I am not a reader of your bible but I fully understand what this piece is about. I do not wish to debate its efficacy. However, this piece is well laid out and draws the reader to its end point. Foregiveness should be an on going affair. Thanks for letting me read this piece.	2005-02-27 17:23:59
Paper Planes	Jesus Manuel Lopez	Wow! and wow again. What a wonderful tribute to remember a not so wonderful time. Heroin white hands silhouetted by grainy pixels....hands covered in heroin dust. Great beginning. It drew me in. revealed the recipe for flight....did it have a tail? precision folds clean geometry the secret tear......I never could make a really good one. What is "the secret tear"? propelling the plane past nude light bulbs.........visions here and the sonic rumblings of Ed Sullivan.............the Saturday Night master. I envision the rumblings of the person launching the plane making noises with his mouth plucked up by beaming son a modest legacy from a frozen teenage uncle never to be known except.....but you do.You remember by paper plane This is a wonderful story of a sad memory told in a simple, uncomplicated way. Kudos. One teeny suggestion: try and come up with another title.	2005-02-26 20:44:09
The Dance Of The Snowflakes	sheryl ann minter	What? You go outside in the snow barefoot? How brave. Even as a child living in Northern Canada I would never have done that. Frost bite...you forgot to mention that! I'm not so sure about titanium white either as snow falling in cities tends to get mixed with pollutants. This is not a sleight about the poem, just facts. To tighten this up a wee bit I would suggest that your take out the pronoun "our" in a couple of places. It's really not necessary. Less is more is the adage. Is this adults stepping into a second childhood? Have you ever made a snow angel? or caught snow flakes on your tongue or tried to lick a frozen door knob? For some reason all us kids tried the latter. Thanks you for reminding me of what winter is.I liked the way you put Picasso into this. Very abstract as are all snow flakes ...	2005-02-26 18:00:48
Poetic Devices	Janet A Burg	I didn't know that women had flatulence...hahaha. Thought that was very much a man's domain! Very original...brain sneeze/priming the pump. And this could have "only" been written by a woman..."clicking nails against plastic..." (in my profession I always had to have very short nails). Anyway, I enjoyed the poetic constipation and clumping (about the house). Thanks for this bit of morning humor.	2005-02-23 14:25:20
verse 69 (Thunder)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Oh Master you have done well. You established the thunder as the distant drummer. Around here thunder is quite rare for some reason. When I lived North on the Canadian Prairies it was quite an occurrence...and loud. Oh m'gosh. There was nothing to muffle the sound. Thanks once again.	2005-02-23 14:06:34
Rights	Mark D. Kilburn	Oh Mark you're such a cynic...but I love it! Now if you Americans would just take the lead from us (lowly in your books)Canadians who have a hand-gun law, you will see that our murder rate is at least 80 % lower than the US's. And the same applies for Great Britain, Australia, etc. So yes Mark, you lay it out quite well, but I hate to tell you...it'll never happen!Not if Americans keep persons in the foreground such as Charleton Heston and his band. Thanks for speaking out.	2005-02-22 18:54:59
For The Dreamer	stephen g skipper	Okay dreamer. Why not? I'm glad this didn't go on longer for the repetition was getting to me. Maybe, just maybe you could have done away with all the "I had a dream last night that..." and combined all the middle stanzas and left the first and last ones with that wording. I don't know. That's my take on it. Otherwise Dreaming sequences are okay. The best was the last. Fly on, and thanks for posting.	2005-02-22 17:36:35
The Rose	marilyn terwilleger	Yes...what I will never understand is why we North Americans allow this. Instead of war... well we sure can make this world a better place to live in. The envy of all, Iraqui's, too. Ah but free choice. His gait was languid, bent, his demeanor drooped with onerous rue, sorrow etched his wrinkled brow.....languid does mean drooped as well so maybe you can drop that and say he had an onerous rue? What robed rapture from this man's face?.....robbed? Only his Maker can redden a dispetaled rose....love that line. A great close. Around here we have a couple of these guys who don't want to change or want help. The local barbers give them a free haircut each year, but they continue to let their hair grow long and shaggy. They don't want help. I've never talked to them. Perhaps schizophrenic? Who knows. Anyway, thanks for your insight.	2005-02-21 15:33:41
Understanding Dali	Gene Dixon	Oh yeah that's for sure. I've seen those paintings up close and personal and for the life of' me I cannot remember where. It probably was in a travelling exhibition somewhere. I know I saw a lot of world class artists such as Van Gogh at the Montreal World Fair in '67. I go to art galleries all over. The last interesting one I saw was near Kansas City and I think it was called the Shuttle Cock Museum or something like that. Yes Dali did see things in a different light but his colours were true. So, now do you understand him even more? Thanks.	2005-02-20 15:37:57
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear a melody	Leo Wilder	Hmmm. Very interesting. The lame walked behind the dogwood tree. Didn't think any grew in Jerusalem! And shooting craps on the temple mount. Oh my! Good play on words on Bethlehem. Are you back in the Race?	2005-02-17 19:31:26
Prelude To A Kiss	stephen g skipper	Well, I just critiqued another one of your poems, and this one I find much better laid and better written. Ummm, lusty ... love that word. Brings back a ton of memories. Bring me a boat with sides of silver blue,....I find this line fascinating, wondering why silver blue... lets sail away, to the new dawn, glorious in all its majesty...around here the dawn's for the most part are majestic... so I understand... Don't waste your life, on a single wish, for that longing kiss.....ah yes...let there be more of them! A kiss so hot yet tender, so passionate yet chaste, rare is real love............true true true. However very subjective eh? Nice. Keep them coming. Thanks for letting me in.	2005-02-17 18:59:38
Alone on A Beach	stephen g skipper	Permit me to make a few small corrections, and not to take away the very theme of this lovely piece. You sit with your head in your hands, all alone on your beach, but think of me and I'll be there. You sit with head in your hands, all alone on your beach Think of me I'll be there! I am the sun on your skin, drinking in the essence of you.......drinking in your essence (less is more) I am the sail boat, that you see with your god given eyes, waiting for the day to carry you away. I am the sail boat you see.....I would eliminate all together "god given eyes" It detracts. waiting for the day to carry you away You think of me and I will of you! Think of me as I will of you! Anyway, that's my take on it. Perhaps you could have put in how lonely you felt. Given it a bit more of a "gut wrench." Your two line stanzas work well here, but the whole piece needs to be tightened up a bit. As I said, less is more. Thanks for letting me critique.	2005-02-17 18:44:50
Shakespeare Lining the Birdcage	James Edward Schanne	I must tell you a brief story. When I was acting in "The Diary of Anne Frank" about 10 years ago (I was Mr. VanDam), in keeping with the story line we had a cat on stage owned by one of the back stage persons. At the end of the show this person said she was moving and couldn't keep the cat, and would anybody take him. WEll, I have this cat today. Okay, I really don't know what the connection is but it just came to mind. "A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself" (the Observer, 1961). As long as the bird was crapping on good stuff I suppose! or perhaps, "out damn spot." "O! And thereby hangs a tale". Nicely crafted sonnet. The title is great. Thanks for this.	2005-02-17 14:51:05
Becoming Spring	Joanne M Uppendahl	Harbingers of Spring all right.What a wonderful picture you have painted here. So far, here, only the crocuses are showing. Dappled sunlight, bottled green leave an impression on my mind; I can almost smell the "slippery muck"...hope you had a pair of gum boots on (rubber boots or waders where you come from?). and wait-a-while weather once more slip away...."slips"?...birds is plural so shouldn't this be as well? The sights, sounds, and smells come forth. My only thought is the title. Couldn't you come up with something a little more original? Something totally Joanne?	2005-02-16 17:54:21
Why We Sing......	Paul R Lindenmeyer	As a (former) singer I can "tune in" to this. I was always a soloist, show tunes, opera), I never got the hang of choir singing. I listened to those around me singing their parts and I just couldn't connect. I do read music. I think Cassavant was a Canadian from Quebec, FYI. Just a a little bit of trivia here. I loved to sing but unfortunately due to circumstances, am silent today. Thank you for this. Resolute, resounding, resonance...remarkable!	2005-02-14 13:45:14
Water Spirits	Latorial D. Faison	I am not quite sure where you were going with this one Latorial. Could be the African slave trade, or the Cubans, or even the first settlers to N.America. I vote for the Slave trade that you're after here. Can't really say much because there is nothing much to say in the 12 lines and 18 words you have here. Kind of haikuish. Water Spirits is a good title though. Thanks for letting me read this one.	2005-02-12 18:34:20
Reunion	Joanne M Uppendahl	Nice nice memories. I wish I could have known my grand-parents better and longer. I do remember one time visiting my mother's parents. After awhile I asked where my father was. My mom said he was in the basement. Down the dark stairs I went into the dank basement. It was like a large cold storage room with a dirt floor and one single light hanging from a chain. There was my father, and my grand-father sitting with their backs against a big wine barrel. Beside that was a pickle (dill) barrel. They were both soused and eating pickles with one hand and drinking wine with the other. Funny, funny for it was the first time I had ever seen my father soused. So thanks for the memories as one comedian once said. Well done and enjoyable read.Oh, and Red Devil? I think up here it's chawing tobaccy. Right?	2005-02-10 19:18:26
Red Feather	marilyn terwilleger	Wonderful, wonderful. Love your stories. My family used to have a home on a Lake Manitou (Quebec) which brings back many fond memories. Also, did you know the last great Indian battle was near Lethbridge, Alberta? It was between the Blackfeet (in Canada they're known as the Blackfoot)and the Crow. There is a monument there with the story. Did you also know that scalping was not an original Indian thing? It was actually the French who did that to their Indian captives. Thanks so much for this piece. I do have some writings I may actually present soon. Peace and out....P.S.: the line "the pine trees that strained to stroke the sky" is a wonderful piece of imagery and imagination...	2005-02-06 15:07:52
A Bowl of Cherries	marilyn terwilleger	What a wonderful scenario. Reads like a good short story. Perhaps a children's book? Remind me not to cross your path esp. with that "quick right" you have. Did you ever go any further with Gordon? C'mon now, tell me the down and dirty! You know, I have stories like this one but have never put them into this style of writing or format. Maybe I "should"...(hate that word). Thanks for the poem, sonnet,prose, whatever it was well done...and so life is a bowl of cherries (sometimes).	2005-02-06 13:49:47
A Web Within	Lennard J. McIntosh	Oh Ilike this one Lennard. It follows a train of thought that even I can comprehend. As I was reading this, Beethoven came to mind when I read about the brass trumpets his Ninth came into it. I love the way you wove the spiders web into the writer's and "moiled" (I had to look that one up)into the rest of this piece.I loved the "base passion into raw script" line which I thought was brilliant. Thanks so much for taking me there.	2005-02-06 13:37:45
A Letter from Mother	Claire H. Currier	What can I say? Well formed and thought out piece that says your feelings exactly. thank you.	2005-02-05 19:52:44
On the Grief of Parents	Joanne M Uppendahl	your piece hit home for me. Altho I have never had to bury one of my children, I grieve because some of them have buried me. What I mean is that I am ignored and put out of sight and mind. No I don't want sympathy here...just an understanding. No instant’s seamed enough...sp. seemed What of the parent's of soldiers who died too young? They too grieve.Their tucking in would be with the country's flag. Too sad, too sad. you packed a whallop here in this short piece. Thanks.	2005-02-04 19:19:24
Poetry's End	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Well, I can see nothing gramatically wrong with this piece so you're good to go as they say. Could you not have said, "To seduce the heart and soul." I think that would encompass the whole being as we know it or think we know it.Seeking immortality through writing is not something I would even think of, but it's a thought. I'd have to think on that one. So you put your heart on your sleeve, as they say, in hopes of recognition and imortality? Nice, but pwrhaps vain...I wonder if Shakespeare thought that way. Thanks for your point of view.	2005-02-02 18:46:09
Tree and Leaf	Jane A Day	The whole poem is a mystery because it leaves me fallen...just kidding...just a play on your words here. I guess the answer to your last question would be "onion skin"? Okay. I'm getting tired. Oh if only trees could talk. I wonder what it says as I chop my wood. Anyway, it is an interesting piece. Kind of rhetorical and waiting for spring I guess. Thank you for posting.	2005-01-31 18:56:41
Where To Now America?	Latorial D. Faison	Such a question you should ask me! Man, if it was me that wrote that I would be considered anti-american! There is a poll on one of the web sites I visit asking if the elections in Iraq will change anything. My answer is no. Not yet anyway. I think it will take the emigrees to change that ... they will have to go back to their country and "tell it like it is" At least here in America anyway (Canada is part of North America). Pressing on with greed and cynicism will only change in the USA only, and I emphasize ONLY, when you have a caring President who values those lives of Americans more than his own. How does he do that? By cleaning up corruption;stopping gang wars;doing something about your stupid gun laws;stopping the death penalty (which hasn't proven a thing); by feeding the homeless;by ...well, I don't have to go on. It is easy to start a war. It's harder yet to do what I suggested. What does Bush want now? Why just another 8 billion to continue the war in Iraq. That wants to make me puke. Leadership is from the top. The latter was taught to me by my father who built a tremendously successful business. Why on earth Americans voted in G.W. Bush for a second term is beyond comprehension to us Canadians. WE can SEE the forest for the trees. Weapons of mass destruction my ass!	2005-01-31 13:33:07
My Hero	Kenneth R. Patton	I'd have chosen Paul Newman's eyes...As an adversary (or rival as you put it) I certainly wouldn't have chosen the title you did...but hey, it's your poem. I like the style of three lines which meld into the next stanza. Well done. Good rhymne and not forced. Did you ever get the girl? Thanks for posting.	2005-01-30 15:42:44
Seasons and Flight	Mark D. Kilburn	a really good description of the birds you see. As far as the crows areound here...boy are they ever noisy. Sometimes, for some reason, they pick out one particular tree...hundreds at a time, and boy are they noisy. Yikes...it's like turning on at full volume a radio with static! The Stellar Jay...the robber...first time I ever met one was on a cross country tour. I sat down to eat my peanut butter sandwich, and from out of nowhere the Jay plucked it out of my grasp! The nerve. Thanks for posting. Pretty soon most of the birds will be back here.	2005-01-29 17:19:02
Old Friend	Latorial D. Faison	But you do have ONE comma. I really don't think you need to make the notation about the punctuation. I never do and I get very little feed-back about it. Just a thought. Yes you poem rings true for me. I am at that period of my life that friends do mean a lot. And family too but I don't have many of the latter left around. I have always said that one has only one or two "best" friends in their lifetime. So true as I approach my 7th decade. I was wondering why the hills. Couldn't it just be "a place"? Thanks for this piece.	2005-01-29 14:00:51
Holocaust Memories	Latorial D. Faison	thanks for the acknowledgement. It is a story that unfortunately be lost with time and loss of interest while anti semetism will continue. The Jews loss is not the only aboration going on at this time.	2005-01-28 12:37:01
Narcissism	Debbie Spicer	I had to read this several times to get the drift, however I am not quite sure if I did. I think you are referring to the Tsunami and/or throwing medicines into the water system (which they are finally figuring out is not a good idea). The storm taunts slaughter...line leaves me bewildered for I think of a suicide attempt here. Probably way off base here...but it's good to see you writing. Thanks for letting me critique even though it's a vain attempt.	2005-01-26 16:34:39
verse 36 (Ku Klux Klan) - revisited	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	I always thought it was spelled: Klu Klux Clan...look it up. Anyway, good one. The kerosene lit the crosses they burned. They kept kinship all right...a very secretive organization. Thank goodness we've seen the last of them (I hope). The kaleidoscope probably refers to the black vs. white issue. Thanks. Once again you're the master.	2005-01-25 22:04:49
Yearnings Like the Lake's	Joanne M Uppendahl	Well, you're back in the saddle so to say. You've done it again. Tremendous descriptive passages. I loved the second to last verse...clouds dropped white faces to lap at likenesses in water. Your use of imagery is fantastic. Thanks so much for allowing me to read this.	2005-01-25 20:06:19
Keeper of the Gems	Mell W. Morris	Ohkay, nice story. You write about "my people>" Who are they? Are you Native? Can you plant me some 100 $ bills spread around a few diamonds? Wouldn't that be nice? I always thought Native people planted tobacco. This piece is very easy to read and it got me from the first line. Just wondering about the last line of diadem/crown...don't they both mean the same thing? Could you not drop the word crown or vice versa? Just a thought. Thanks for bringing me there. I always appreciate your writing.	2005-01-25 15:02:48
Nature's Angel	Mark D. Kilburn	You have set this out so well. We have two hummingbird feeders here, and I rejoice at their return in the spring. It's amazing to know that they fly thousands of miles to get here, and back, each year. We get all the varieties you wrote of. I have one feeder on my window, and just sit back and enjoy them. I like the way you presented this...bwetween four and five line stanzas, and intersected with a one line jewel.Thanks for reminding me that they will return soon...I'd better clean up their feeders. Thanks for the post.	2005-01-25 14:54:02
When We Die	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Oy vay!Do you really believe that when G-d calls and you see the light you have a choice? I had several patients that claim they did. Made me wonder. Nice little piece. A departure from your usual mode and style. Nothing to add here. I liked it.	2005-01-23 14:04:04
These Americans	Latorial D. Faison	BUT you are an American! This is where I disagree with you. I am of Jewish faith as far back as I can research. My patriarchal grand father came to Canada in 1903. My parents were born here (in Canada). WE do NOT call ourselves Jewish Canadians nor do I believe you should be called African American. I have never heard of a black Canadian calling themselves African Canadians. If there are, they are very very very much in the minority. Why bother with the monikers? In Nazi Germany when they rounded up the Jews because they were Jews, they (the Jews) couldn't understand why they were being rounded up. "But we're Germans" they would say. Didn't make a difference to the Nazi's. Get my drift? I hope I have not offended you. As for the piece you wrote, well it certainly tells me what you feel and I can't take away from you. To get up, to live up to our heritage To free sisters and brothers from the bondage...education is the only answer as far as I'm concerned. You as a race have (had) such great leaders here in the USA...mayors of major cities, senators, and congress people and now Condaleesa Rice...one step at at time. Thanks for posting this piece. Because I’m tied to the blood lines of Africans I’m fighting hard to survive these Americans....as I am tied to the blood lines of the Jews. And yes I know what it's like to be opressed and to be called a "dirty Jew."	2005-01-22 14:00:48
A Laissez Faire Life	James Edward Schanne	So, is winning better than losing in your l'aissez faire life? (BTW it's l apostrophe)...a small point here. Okay, guess you play the market. I used to but have retired and no money left to play with! I know that when I was able to play the market it sure wasn't a "l'aissez faire" game. I mean it was serious business. But you said it all very well here, and your title...well.... Thanks so much for your input. I enjoyed this repartie.	2005-01-21 17:57:40
Aleutian Getaway	Mell W. Morris	Very nice. Very humerous. Having had many patients who were of Inuit (Eskimo is passe) I once asked them of this custom of sleeping. They all laughed and assured me it was no longer a custom which was used then only to keep warm. Oh sure maybe a little hankie panky took place but then how could much happen when they greeted each other by rubbing noses (and I can assure you that took place). Why the question marks after the names of the animals? Most likely it wasn't moose but elk. I don't believe moose ventured too far into or past the tundra. And what about the fish they speared? Bear cordon bleu...I love it...the statement I mean . I've had bear and to me it was awful...and STINK! Whoo boy! As for the word "chief" I would change that to elder. I don't believe they had any such titular title. Thanks for posting this most humorous piece.	2005-01-20 19:05:27
Sermonizing Sunday	James Edward Schanne	Ah yes, how many of those sermons have I sat through and snored? Therapeutic electrolytes charging capacitors of spirit on the hunt where invisible photons are barging on unspace with an ineffable want I don't know, but for me I would change electrolytes to electrons ( a particle present in all atoms...electrolytes is a solution or molten substance which becomes decomposed...well hell why am I telling you something you already know. Anyway, that's my take on it. Now, not to take away from your poem and style I personally have a hard time reading something like this that talks to me in professorial (almost down to me)language (and I have two degrees and then some). It's like trying to put one over on me ... oh please don't take me wrong but couldn't simpler words get across your point. Case in point is my profession as a Nurse. How many times have I heard pts ask me, "put that into English will you?" until I learned my lesson (usually happens when one has just graduated and wants to show off all their new found language and education). This has a title to it and it's called "Grad-ite-is. Get my drift. I was about to just skip this one but decided to stick with it and tell you my side of the story. Thanks for posting.	2005-01-20 18:52:23
From My Backdoor	marilyn terwilleger	Nothing to be aprehensive about. It is very descriptive (warm zephyrs, beguiling butterflies). Your verbiage is nothing short of superior, something which I don't ascribe to. Here we don't have snow or much of it, but what we do have is rain and more rain which has catastrophic results in some areas (mudslides, etc.). I would welcome the return of "emerald green" grass for it is forcast for another weeks worth of the wet stuff. Oh where is an ark when one needs one? Thanks for this delightful piece. I trust you are on the mend.	2005-01-20 17:17:52
I Remember You Dr. King	Latorial D. Faison	Not a holiday in Canada, although I wish we had a similar person of such persuasion. You did well here going from him just being Martin to Dr. Martin. You did not mention his Nobel Prize which is significant. I remember you as the Dynamic Drum Major Who marched on Washington and from Selma................I have trouble with this line. I am not sure of the logistics here or how it happened. Would it not sound better, "Who came from Selma to March on our Capitol. Just a thought. That we, as a people, might reap the fruit of our labor. Well done.And thank you for this poem.	2005-01-18 17:48:44
Boomers	Paul R Lindenmeyer	I am one of those that "think young." At least that's what my peers tell me, and I think that is so indicative of that era of time. For me it was a time of panty raids and just having good clean fun (whatever that would be). Sure we got drunk at University but never went out to hurt anyone. Guns...never knew anyone that owned one except for the farmers. I was a Canadian kid caught in the vortex of an American University where we followed our basketball team and took long crazy drives of 18 hours to see them play at Madison Sq. Garden and then turn around and went back for classes (Midwest).School proms and frats/sororities were the thing and we competed openly and fairly against each other. There were dances almost every w/end. There was a sense of fairness and comraderie...and then there was Vietnam that blew it all apart. Sorry for this long disertation, but I had to get it out. Thanks again for this piece. It brought back (as you can see) memories (of which there are many more).	2005-01-17 13:20:26
Right in the Rosetta Stones	James Edward Schanne	Man ... can you hear me moan? I really and honestly don't have a clue about this piece and what you are trying to say. Just thought I'd let you know. Score me nada...	2005-01-16 21:13:11
verse 68 (Parents)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	I am having trouble with the last line. Should it be "from them we became" or maybe From them we come." Ending with become leaves me flat 'cause I ask, "become what?" Anyway Master, over to you.	2005-01-15 20:48:45
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