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When Old Men Cry

when the brain is bold the pen is pregnant; and nine months stretch out over an inch under the title still like expectant father waiting for a kick and you’ll feel a flurry but knowing this can be a trick, those uterine lines need nutrition, don’t tear at that gut feeling: let them gestate for monday evenings exceptional in convention when your lady spills her drink all over the bathroom floor, and now your water’s breaking, too all down your cheeks and onto your baby.

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Date: 3/23/2012 12:49:00 PM
Very interesting metaphor you develop. Nice work. Congratulations on being featured. - Chuck
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Date: 3/23/2012 6:42:00 AM
interesting way to compare writing a piece of work to having a child - like this very much!
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Date: 3/22/2012 7:03:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured write this week Samuel. Love,Carol
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Date: 3/19/2012 5:47:00 PM
This is very clever. I love how you used the common idea of pregnancy and incorporated into this interesting concept. Welcome to the website by the way. Brilliant. Always, Laura
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Date: 3/19/2012 7:28:00 AM
Dear Samuel, Thank you for your creative writing this morning. I've been reading and have been surprised and moved and loving it. This one, in particular, moves far beyond comparing the poet to a father. It holds images and thoughts so specific and illustrative that it begs to be read again and again. love, Kathy
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Date: 3/16/2012 1:31:00 PM
Hello from Norway Samuel :Welcome to P-Soup hope you will writing and reading alot poem here.Thank you for sharing this today.- oxox hugs Anne-Lise
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