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Post by sergosa on Oct 9, 2011 8:09:43 GMT -6
Wingless, I clambered high. I was born for flight. From an armchair's hight.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Nov 14, 2011 8:28:29 GMT -6
Hey Sergo: What wistful thoughts!!! I have done a lot of armchair philosophy and travel myself. (ha) I don't have much to say now except "thank you." I am now Grandma Dora. My daughter had emergency surgery to have the baby, but all is well here. Hope all is well there. Love the poem!!!
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Post by anirbas on Nov 19, 2011 22:59:59 GMT -6
I'm pinning this one with an exalt, Serg, but, I think it has a typo you might want to address... height for hight...?
Heart! Heart! Heart! Your appearance in this thread gave me a start!!!! lol So good to see you, Dora! Congratulations on the birth of your grandchild (a girl, if memory serves me? right?) And so glad all went well with the unexpected emergency surgery your daughter had to deal with. During the process of labor and delivery, neither mother nor child is ever closer to death, even in a birthing event that goes off without a hitch. You have been missed!
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