tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post3028671802889806486..comments2023-05-25T08:13:49.192-05:00Comments on the platitudes of willful resemblance: brain cancerJhon Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-66736868234750041702010-04-28T20:48:51.447-05:002010-04-28T20:48:51.447-05:00Thank you both for the comments. Troy, I miss you ...Thank you both for the comments. Troy, I miss you as you go to Boston (how strange) and Alexis I agree, thank you.Jhon Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-66124999091910062572010-04-28T19:09:50.651-05:002010-04-28T19:09:50.651-05:00Make it play and then play a lot.Make it play and then play a lot.Troy Ygnacio Sorianohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03303404759720085775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-21270165186131843792010-04-28T12:05:47.635-05:002010-04-28T12:05:47.635-05:00I loved these words together:
"Sand leads int...I loved these words together:<br />"Sand leads into water<br />water into rivers<br />rivers into dirt<br />no thought<br />just does<br />& the clouds are always<br />changing"<br /> I like the thought of "just does". This poem has great rhythm and it rolls off the tongue. <br /> As for phones, I once lost mine and I felt the same way. It is so annoying, as if the phone bosses you around, forcing you to text and talk when you sometimes don't want to.<br />I enjoyed your blog!alexis nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13701177402195968414noreply@blogger.com