Your site is to complicated for non Geeks, I have been trying to renew my account as I had articles in my portifolio I wanted to keep and I can't find anyone to help. Is there a person running this show, maybe they are in India and don't understand our language. You have to much junk on this site and nothing makes sense. Why can't you simplify it so us old people are able to share. Who are you? Where are you. PLEASE ANSWER. I tried to change my email and can't even find a place to do that. MY EMAIL NOW IS papacheerio@gmail.com I am not happy orlin haynes
Past regrets, We all have them, sometimes to late, the one we could have learned from has gone on to other pastures or maybe God called that one home as his work is done. Many of these regrets are spoken at a wake or gravesite, "If Only" Being sensitive to those around us and realize the ones who truly care for us have something to say if we would only listen. Wake up, it's time to smell the roses before they wilt away.
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The roller coaster of life sometimes sinks to low and we can't see the purpose to go on but God has a way of showing up and lifts us back onboard. and upwards to greater heights. Your words of enlightment and encouragement comes from experience. They give hope to those down below.
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An excellent story that flowed smoothly keeping the reader interested written with much
sensitivity with the feelings of each character revealing their part in the drama as it unfolds. A story that reveals that there is hope if we just take the time to consider the feelings of others
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Your poem stresses the need most of us have, the need for a friend. You poem shows a process of finding a friend by planting a seed. It then stipulates that it is now a all the time need and a good friend is hard to find. It then says that it is not just a friend to cosy up with, but one who your can share truth.
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I liked the thought of a little girl engrossed in nature wondering about the little snail and what kind of world they lived in, only to be awakened to reality by her mothers voice. Alas, it wasn't so bad, the sunshine was warm and what young child doesn't like a picnic. Day-dreaming, I think we all have been there one time or another.
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What is the secret? I always hated it more when people told me they had a secret and wouldn't tell, I mean if they have a secret, then keep it to themselves. You stir up a little anger as we asked to ourselves, what is that secret he wants to tell. It is a gotcha poem. Well written, good rhythm. As a Newbee, I liked it
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Interesting thought, the seeker remains while you, I, or he/she/they pass on. but wait a minute, who is the seeker. Are we not seeking to find our purpose. I understand your thought that until truth is totally revealed, there will be a need of a seeker. Very provacative. Will truth ever be revealed?
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I like your thought that in time we enjoy the good and suffer the bad. We have our battles and we have our finer moments. I think the rythm could have went better if the sentences were structured better. Made for a harder read. I am a newbee also so take what I say with that in mind.
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A great challenge to rhyme while on the beginning each line with a different letter. You did a fine job staying within the home scene while keeping a good format . Each paragraph expressed a different story and end the tiring day a little tired and ready to go to bed. a good finish to a well written piece of prose
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