Sent,

There just trying to exact certain rules here. They're ok. You'll get to like them. Trust this in me. You'll grow to like them. They mean well. Just don't cotton to harshidies is all. They'll tell you. I've been told.

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Interesting news bite, Sent. Thanks,

tommo

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Sent -

Thank you Sir. I await your contributions. Please, write, write write!

tommo / Ireland, but soon to be in Anchorage Alaska.

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Poppashroom,

So glad you found momentum in this piece. It did work for me, although I stretched it at times. I liked the flow and ebb of things in the overall. Thank you Poppashroom.

Ladywind7,

So sorry to be getting back to you this late. I was off for a bit. I just visited and noticed you wrote me. Listen, it's nayon impossible to predict how a person, a writer, is going to write, or the content. Aye, or his or her intent. I just simply dabbles a bit. I write what comes to mind and ends up appearing interesting at the time. I know this isn't a very good explanation, so do please forgive me but please, let this cover your concerns. I respect you.

Be well Ladywind,

tommo

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Thank you, everyone, so much for the support.

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland, soon to be Anchorage, Alaska.

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The Final Movements in My Poem Drafts

Forest dwellers magnificent in your simpleness, all second beings in value throughout society,
I feign strength at the knife whose blade remains title bound and in whose hands slice deeply, ripely,
Through these endless bloody times with the grace of a King, aggrieved, locked deep in his impropriety,
And who glistens the tear from the eye of the priest, at death's calm knell, shaped so very concisely,

I cannot fall into that dark garden, no! Nor fathom the damp cold pit of lowly despair, uttering liberal platitudes,
And I shan't crawl as if a wounded deer - through forests of sane, pure and brightly lit shaded, fainted paths,
Weeping in pain o'er the course of my gently feathered, softer repose, expressing considerable latitudes,
Those which make up the saintly and blessed scope of the freedom of my actions or thoughts and gaffes,

( Lo, I shall lay at the feet of the holy, face up as the rains find me, and await the final movements
in my poem drafts. )

Thom Douglas Carlisle (Irish Tommy Moran) - Ireland

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thank you to everyone.

Bravo! Bravo! Very good!!

tommo / Ireland, but soon to be Anchorage Alaska.