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on the loose n forced to choose, which side of torment to bemuse, the gander might get his goose, but solo i am flying? no not afraid of dying, just footloose, i aint denying, two thoughts together vieing, obtuse... re:"Completely Decay" Laura Breidenthal Don Johnson

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  1. Date: 10/16/2012 9:19:00 AM

    Fantastic well written write Don! Hugs

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 10:34:00 PM

    Hello DOn, loving your work..xox~pd

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 1:56:00 PM

    What an especially intriguing write my friend! I really enjoyed this delightfully arranged poem Don! Fabulous piece, Great Work!!

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 6:34:00 AM

    The word on the street on solo flying Wow! would you look at that bird go! May you reach your new horizon Be brave as you reach hills of Zion. love and light vie

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 2:48:00 AM

    been a while, don.. and here you are, delighting me with a verse so honest and well framed... greeat stuff!..:) huggs