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'ol Ben Boe

only echoes long dead can be heard tonight, not candy, nor music can still the fright! your friends you hold close and never let go or you might be next to join 'Ol Ben Boe! across the seas above the stars answers we seek from far away Mars! so, if by chance you live 'till tomorrow your life long-lived and true thank 'Ol Ben Boe I waved to him standing next to you!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/29/2016 2:08:00 AM
A fine piece.... Congrats James, for having your poem featured in the Poetrysoup homepage!! ;-)
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Date: 9/1/2009 9:35:00 AM
Imaginative write. Vince
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Date: 4/27/2009 7:03:00 AM
You be dead succah!....or are you? Ol' Ben Boe is great...such imagination is refreshing. Love, daver
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Date: 3/26/2009 9:50:00 PM
I felt the presence, man, such a genius to put him inside my consciousness beside me, such a talent to scare the hell out of the frail. Peace and love
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Date: 3/25/2009 4:36:00 PM
i love ol ben boe;-),i can wake up tomorrow on my way to work and sing it in my car,so if by chance i live by tomorrow that piece makes me think of my inner soul,hope i have time to repent at least,smtimes we take life forgranted,i love this my friend
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Date: 3/25/2009 4:27:00 PM
James, this is Fantastic, Great structure and creativity..Loved the rhyme and the tone you took with this lovely poem..I shall be reading more of your work..Great Job, Thank you for your welcomed comments on my poetry and Welcome to the soup, Best wishes to you , GB Always, Tyesha
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Date: 3/25/2009 4:14:00 PM
Wonderful write brother..I enjoyed the flow and the content of this piece so much..your writes always leave me wanting more..good work.
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Date: 3/25/2009 4:05:00 PM
This is awesome, James. The Admiral would be proud. Love the haunting way you conclude the poem!
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