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The Best Poem

The Best Poem. My best poem is the one I did not write. It was full of Love, Joy, Peace and all that’s right. It shine in minds eye at night, oh such a beautiful plight. It’s all right I did not write my best poem tonight. It’s for another day when all will say my best poem is right.

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Date: 1/13/2015 3:57:00 AM
cute lil poem.. i know its a tricky title and was curious to know how you did it.. :)
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John Hardison
Date: 1/14/2015 11:11:00 PM
As with other poems the whole idea was to make myself feel better. I call it writing myself 'UP'. Unlike the boss did.
Date: 1/10/2015 11:41:00 AM
Good little ditty with a feel good message. Emile.
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John Hardison
Date: 1/10/2015 2:53:00 PM
Writing it I needed the encouragement that comes from within. Thank much for your comment.
Date: 1/10/2015 11:21:00 AM
Very nice pen! Enjoyed your very nice piece dear friend! This made me smile. Have a lovely weekend! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.
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John Hardison
Date: 1/14/2015 11:16:00 PM
Glad you like it. Some times a smile is a mile way. So smile or walk a mile. Have a good one.
Date: 1/10/2015 8:31:00 AM
John, what a beautiful write, sometimes those best poems need to stay close to your heart and kept private. Blessings 7
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Eve Roper
Date: 1/10/2015 3:51:00 PM
Very true : ) Blessings Sir and welcome, I've only been here since August and everyone here is wonderful and very inspiring.
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John Hardison
Date: 1/10/2015 2:47:00 PM
Correction. If I kept it close to my heart it would be so bottled up the cork would pop.
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John Hardison
Date: 1/10/2015 2:43:00 PM
I am new to this page.Thanks for the feed back. If I kept it close to my heart it would be so bottled of the cork pop.

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