tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577962226882873519.comments2008-11-20T14:59:32.512-08:00gent jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12069087631562196060sjgalli@gmail.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577962226882873519.post-78024064426510259672008-11-20T14:59:00.000-08:002008-11-20T14:59:00.000-08:00My reflection of the <B>day before I left "<I>her</I>" for good . . .</B> <BR/>I lay on the sofa almost asleep.<BR/>My fingers found the cool leg of the coffee table.<BR/>The reflection was, <BR/>for a long moment . . . <BR/>I thought it was you.A. John Doe Homelesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07610681397590752511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577962226882873519.post-39339911785068609832008-08-21T09:19:00.000-07:002008-08-21T09:19:00.000-07:00poem was lovely, spelling was so bad it distracted from the experience. your computor doesnt have spell check?hotdogdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702725682058758346noreply@blogger.com