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Confessions of a Teacher-Poet

I Do not let your words die inside That advice makes me a teacher-poet Don't judge me, we both have the right To write: death comes before we know it

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Thomas Wells

Date: 5/16/2020 10:30:00 AM

Hold each of your words like a flame on the end of a candle. Record it before it is snuffed out. Thank you friend!

Timothy Hicks

Date: 5/9/2020 1:41:00 AM

Write while you still have breath to breathe ... dream while you still have a heart to feel and a head to think. It's a simple poem, but it speaks a large truth.

Anil Deo
Date: 5/9/2020 3:31:00 AM

we agree, and we love, should we ever disagree. i would rather write than VOTE ... apologies in advance! anil with SHALOM TO ALL

Anil Deo

Date: 5/8/2020 11:00:00 PM

I like you (Darling Sister, wife of Jo. Safe in Canada, as I gaze at Sis Redhead from South Africa), shalom, shalOM

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 5/8/2020 8:03:00 PM

I like.

Anil Deo
Date: 5/8/2020 10:25:00 PM

we believe, Sis, the right to write, before the final flight. I love what you share with the world ... big or small, no matter. We are putting it out in the Universe. Shalom, shalHOME, shalAUM. We shall overcome ... eternity is in our very be-ing Maureen Dear. amen