tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post6283703029567010193..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: My Baby between the GlassesW.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-60321175791068930582010-02-25T20:24:53.182-06:002010-02-25T20:24:53.182-06:00those were sparkling cider glasses, i'm sure.
...those were sparkling cider glasses, i'm sure.<br /><br />dont matter.<br />all the bubbly was on the other side of the table.Ginohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606046924332159076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-64309739122469402402010-02-24T14:37:02.740-06:002010-02-24T14:37:02.740-06:00Definitely your most complex poem, IMO. Enjoyed.Definitely your most complex poem, IMO. Enjoyed.Bike Bubbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08193546045614393425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-70223575237771166792010-02-24T07:15:26.043-06:002010-02-24T07:15:26.043-06:00Hey thanks!Hey thanks!W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-78914031317444238602010-02-23T22:52:33.958-06:002010-02-23T22:52:33.958-06:00Nice shot :)Nice shot :)Teena in Torontohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14875608173791872449noreply@blogger.com