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Differences

by The Walrus 

Posted: 03 May 2004
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My freedom,
your prison.

My space,
your wasteland.

Your comfort,
my claustrophobia.

Your cosiness,
my numbness.


Two glasses (one chipped),
raised, in celebration.






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roovacrag at 12:08 on 03 May 2004  Report this post
Sometimes freedom as we think is a prison.
What is space but a wasteland.
comfort if too enclosed can be claustrophobic.
What is a woman without a man........lonely.
What is a life,when the one you love is dead....
devastated.
Good poem.
xx stan
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joanie at 14:46 on 03 May 2004  Report this post
I really liked this - I can't explain why, unfortunately, but I think that something is lost if we try to explain too much. I have read it aloud a few times..... yes, I do like it! I love the '(one chipped)'
joanie
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Fearless at 14:04 on 04 May 2004  Report this post
A succinct celebration of differences. Liked it.

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The Walrus at 20:54 on 12 May 2004  Report this post
Thanks guys, sorry for the delay in responding (been away).

Appreciated, as always.

The Walrus
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Ticonderoga at 15:42 on 27 May 2004  Report this post

Succinct & incredibly potent; both intimate and universal; very fine writing.

Best,

Mike
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