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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
She wore her sadness like a medal It was bright, shiny, and said poor me growing up, never happened for her crying still seems to get her fed But I'm not one for hurt puppies unless they are real and then I will cuddle and keep them and treat them as they deserve |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
This one says a lot, James. Kind of like the boy who cried "Wolf" in a way. Those who are truly hurting are the ones who need you most. Well said. All writing comes |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Well penned, lots of depth in few words~ Take care, Melissa~ |
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Red-uni Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 192Georgia, USA |
Very good write. It said a lot, I can not stand whinniers...but will help anyone who needs real help. Reminds me of a lady I worked with the complained all the time that the world did not treat her right, and never did a thing to help herself. |
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