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Look at you, August, petending to be a southern belle all breezy and full of mint julep. Refinement is not your style, a plague your eighth month sun driven to scourge pastures, blind cattle, wilt bluebells and buttercups. No southern belle, you. ©Kathryn M. Collins September 26, 2012

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Date: 11/17/2012 4:41:00 PM
Hi Kathy - You skillfully put August in its place! Good one! - Gail
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Date: 10/31/2012 5:25:00 AM
Yes i have to agree with all the comments i'm reading on your poetry, you are certainly an exceptional poet, living as i did in the southern hemispheme february is your August, you portray the scorch earth landscape to perfection...
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Date: 10/14/2012 11:05:00 AM
Ouch! You gotta feel sorry for August! Very well written Kathryn!
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Date: 10/13/2012 8:36:00 AM
Kathy, I'm reading your poem in September (sorry, I'm often a little slow), and from where I'm reflecting and slowly chilling, August doesn't seem that bad... -;) In any case, reading your poem gave me a thrill (no chill) and a warm feeling... Terry
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Date: 10/13/2012 8:38:00 AM
Oooops... it's already October!!!... no wonder I'm confused... my brain cells are starting to clump together... Love, Terry
Date: 10/12/2012 7:53:00 PM
this is fabulous, refreshing, unlike august, you took a perfectly expected subject in poetry and made it your own...bravo on a real piece of inventive writing... lovely to hear from you btw
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Date: 10/10/2012 10:42:00 AM
How I have missed your exceptional poetry! This, another example of your intuitiveness and skill with language and imagery. Well done Kathy!! Love, Keith
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Date: 10/8/2012 3:21:00 AM
I love this one Kathy. I wish I were 4 people so I would have 8 hands and maybe then I could accomplish all I need to to post poetry comments. Your poems always amaze me.
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