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I am currently trying to find it in old archives. I lost the text
I am currently trying to find it in old archives. Author notes
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*In Emily Bronte's poem, "Love And Friendship" she equates friendship to a holly-tree.
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A Shocking Tale Of Horror!
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WOW ...
the photo stirs a wonder-full reminiscience of somewhere in time that I once was ... "Memories, like the corners of our mind!" joy
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I must have this poem somewhere but old archives are spread far and wide, on Google and Yahoo mail, on CDs and DVD's, in online storage, hopefully one day I'll find it. I deleted it when mad, I thought I'd saved a previous version, umm, nope. lol Thanks again!
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it says 'a true friend is a brother or a sister God has forgotten to give us'...so blessed with such a friendship here...
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This is lovely, Yem
I know Mari must love it. You two are so very fortunate to share such a beautiful friendship
Dee
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what is the deal with all the spacing? so annoying
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What? You don't like them? They'll be all the rage by this time next month and then you'll be asking me why I too don't add spaces to all my poems.
My readers have become too lazy so this is just a little exercise for them.
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A seriously beautiful poem for Mariza, and I wish I might have known about the blessed day, for I do love to write birthday poems and would have done so and wished for a day when all the snakes slithered away instead of biting.
It's your day, for heaven's sake!
I'm sending you a birthday snake.
He'll arrive there at your door
and invite one hundred more.
lol and etc.
Your poem has inspired me, oh great Yemessee, for it is splendid and filled with good humor.
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Happy Birthday Mariza! You have always left such thoughtful comments on my pieces, you do things with the english language that native speakers can not, hope you have a great special day!
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Hey Yem, on her birthday's account your softer sensitive side has peeked up.. as humble and pleasant as Mari's I feel.. Just love the way you guys "type talk" (Mariza laughs at my "new word").. Keep writing
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Coming back for another look, for I also missed
commenting on the compelling illustration.
It draws one in, as does the subject of the work.
"...a tad cold now." Smiling!
This needs more bravos,
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
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Reading it again
When you say you have no Drummond's sentiment, well, I'm glad you don't after all the poet is dead and his sentiment must be a tad cold now.
You have your own, and it fills all the barrels.
I forgot to mention early that I loved the graphic, night, water and moon, three of my favourite images.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, for this lovely gift
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...a rose is a rose is a rose, just for the sake of beauty, and you offer this one with no thorns. Breathtaking and lovely, my friend, the pathway of your thought.
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I love this! What a beautiful birthday poem, I esp. love the first stanza...I often wish I had Neruda's fiery blood, too, I would write Mari a beautiful poem like this as well...
happy birthday, Mari
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But 'tis Yemassee blood
that courses through the veins,
Yemassee words that yearn
to express the love of friendship
in manner incomparable
to the honored recipient!
Urgency well expressed.
Bravo!
M-C
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If we could find the words to say
how much friends mean to us;
how they are there, by night and day -
no brouhaha or fuss.
But I have neither art nor wit
enough to fill this place
with words sufficiently to fit
where you have left some space.
First thing tomorrow you'll have seen
my insufficient note
to Mari, our Brazilian Queen
to whom el padre I have been
since first the day we wrote.
And what I've tried so hard to say
like you, is: HAVE A HAPPY DAY!
Applause for your poetic missive.
El Padre, July 12.2008 (NZT)
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Thank you dad, I enjoy being your Brazilian daughter
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Thanks Hugh!
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