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  1. Date: 10/6/2013 12:01:00 AM

    gosh, Frank, such a sad one. To think you lived this way so often. you have overcome a lot of trials in your life. And I really enjoyed your comment on my chocolate poem. Another guy here, Thomas, put me in his poem as the person going after cake at the Soup cafe. ahhaha. coincidences all over the place.

  1. Date: 10/5/2013 6:49:00 PM

    but what were you running from? I don't really agree with locking up young people like that, unless it's for something violent of course, but not for things like running away, it often does more harm than good...it's a pity we have to awaken from our dreams to harsh reality sometimes...

  1. Date: 10/5/2013 5:25:00 PM

    Interesting read here. You surely have a way to make even a frightening experience seem to be an adventure, Frank. Your b-day is coming up...wishing you all the best! :)

  1. Date: 10/5/2013 8:52:00 AM

    Hey....well from what I've been told about these days...they were horrible...and I'm sorry....bet it was fried chicken you smelled.....:-) ....hope no one ever has to relive those days....if I'm right.....you have an amazing way of telling these stories...thank you

  1. Date: 10/5/2013 7:36:00 AM

    Oh Frank, I can only imagine how ornery you were as a young adult. Perhaps society was not prepared much for you.. Or they were, and you didn't realize it. While you were on that train, I was contemplating leaving the farm to see the world. I only wonder which was worse but the good news is we use our experiences in a way that is very good. I love your poem. It lets me peek into your past a lil' bit. You are a beautiful writer and a beutiful person. :) Love you! Cindy

  1. Date: 10/5/2013 7:20:00 AM

    To be on an open train car full of straw watching a star cross the sky..dreamy!To be on the run-adventurous!To remember grandma's cooking scents-a treasure..but when reality hits home..then that is sad.I love your poems..and the way you describe your youthful memories and daring adventures..Outstanding!Living a life that s full..doing it your way : )