tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post6822420608920788076..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: ChairW.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-56340781991542055832010-06-03T03:36:45.684-05:002010-06-03T03:36:45.684-05:00W.B. in a world of poetry gone wrong, you are a ma...W.B. in a world of poetry gone wrong, you are a marvelous breath of true air. Bravo!MD Brauer, MDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04120726155923228091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-39517261686495075402010-05-20T20:56:44.343-05:002010-05-20T20:56:44.343-05:00Cute!Cute!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-80343319207405857972010-05-18T18:36:48.668-05:002010-05-18T18:36:48.668-05:00Chairs of moral rectitude are all well and good, b...Chairs of moral rectitude are all well and good, but please leave my couch alone. ;)<br /><br />And, my dear Moose, you will never <i>really</i> know how hard it can be to sit for any length of time, because you will never be largely pregnant.<br /><br />Cheerio!<br />Mrs. PicklesworthFaith https://www.blogger.com/profile/10844608879561769274noreply@blogger.com