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Mistakes

Life is full of mistakes. Words, actions, ways of thinking… Most are small, and can be rectified. But now and then we make one that cannot be undone. Life is never quite the same. Perhaps pain is the basic soil we grow in.. My garden is rich and watered with my tears.

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Isabella Seccombe

Date: 1/19/2010 2:44:00 PM

i adore the last two lines, such an honest concept worded beautifully.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/4/2010 4:54:00 PM

sadly true, nicely written

Colleen Bono

Date: 1/3/2010 12:34:00 PM

very well written.I couldn't have said it better. you have soup mail

Brian Strand

Date: 1/3/2010 1:05:00 AM

Thank you for your valued comments BG.Rgds Brian

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 1/2/2010 7:19:00 AM

I can really feel this one Barbara....-Robert

Audrey Haick

Date: 12/30/2009 7:47:00 PM

Profound, Barbara. ..My garden is rich and watered with my tears. Sometimes my garden soil became soggy. Peace to you! Happy 2010! Love, Audrey

P Sheart

Date: 12/30/2009 4:35:00 PM

Ahhh, yes Barbara I know what you mean. I think we all can relate to this one. Once a year or so I make one too. Guess it's part of being human. We're just not perfect no matter how hard we try. That okay it gives the garden of life a good soaking once in a while. I really love this one! Happy New Year to you and yours. Take care sweet! Love Light Patty