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Published: February 23, 2009
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Bonnie Watson 2009

I scroll through journal entires
others had written,
sadly no comments in reply.
I mouse-over the button
to leave my thoughts
but turn away, a comment
left only from the mind.

As I look through my own page
and down to the replies,
I noticed them empty and sigh.
Perhaps due to the pageviews
others have come, and left
comments from their minds too.
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Inspired by...well...commenting. I don't know, it just sort of hit me last night and I suddenly remembered it. So here it is. My first poem of 2009!
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Wow, this is really good!!!
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:clap: Thanks!
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