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Thoreau When He Went Wooding

Apples red, apples round. Apples frozen on the ground. Yellow-mellow apples, many speckled, bruised and brown. Henry ate them when he went wooding. Said they tasted like apple pudding.

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Date: 5/3/2015 6:37:00 PM
Dear Darlene: Light as crispy apples. Well done. Leon
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Darlene Gifford
Date: 5/3/2015 10:57:00 PM
Thanks, for reading my poem, Leon. I plan to read more of your at a future date.
Date: 2/16/2015 12:46:00 AM
Hello Darlene, quite a good write on here..'
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Darlene Gifford
Date: 5/2/2015 12:01:00 PM
Better late than never, Joe! So sorry I missed your comment in Feb. I'm glad you liked my Thoreau poem. Now I'll go read one of yours.
Date: 10/23/2014 2:46:00 PM
Cute!
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Darlene Gifford
Date: 10/23/2014 2:50:00 PM
Hi, Dan, Another Thoreau reader, I presume! Thanks for reading my poem.
Date: 10/20/2014 11:42:00 AM
Excellent. I just love this poem. I really enjoy your writing style. I am going to fav this poem to add it to my collection.
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Darlene Gifford
Date: 10/20/2014 12:58:00 PM
Loving it! But I'm afraid I'm going to get a big head if you keep this up! But please don't stop.
Date: 10/19/2014 11:35:00 AM
Darlene, I really enjoyed both the simplicity and beauty of your poem here. The words and images you use say so much in a very short space, but are quite powerful and compelling in how they convey your message. Quite Excellent!! And a "7" from me. Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary
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Darlene Gifford
Date: 10/19/2014 11:58:00 AM
Hello, Gary. I appreciate your feedback on my Thoreau poem. I discovered this nugget of information when I was reading about his life, and I wanted to share it with others. What better way than a poem! And I am pleased that it impressed you. Thanks, Darlene

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