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	<title>Comments on: I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN</title>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:23:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i just read your poem. my son (he was 22) left me on oct 31 2009. i never got to say good bye to him. in my mind sometimes he is still down stairs working on his train layout. i can hear him.  my sister offered to help clean out the basement  i told her i cant look at his pickup but i leave his work clothes were they always hung so i smell them or touch them..

even my family says they cant fathom what i am feeling neither can i .
i have so many feelings i dont know what i feel.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i just read your poem. my son (he was 22) left me on oct 31 2009. i never got to say good bye to him. in my mind sometimes he is still down stairs working on his train layout. i can hear him.  my sister offered to help clean out the basement  i told her i cant look at his pickup but i leave his work clothes were they always hung so i smell them or touch them..</p>
<p>even my family says they cant fathom what i am feeling neither can i .<br />
i have so many feelings i dont know what i feel.</p>
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		<title>By: Scott Tallman</title>
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		<dc:creator>Scott Tallman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 18:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In response to my poem, my Mother and Father wrote a poem for me.  Here it is:

To Scott from Mom and Dad

We read your poem with sorrow,
As tears fell down our face,
We read your poem with sadness,
For no one can take his place.

We read your poem in silence,
Thinking of things that might have been,
If only we would have had the chance,
To do them all again.

There will be a time for your heart to mend,
We know not where, we know not when,
You will kiss your son and hold his hand,
And then you will know you are the same again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In response to my poem, my Mother and Father wrote a poem for me.  Here it is:</p>
<p>To Scott from Mom and Dad</p>
<p>We read your poem with sorrow,<br />
As tears fell down our face,<br />
We read your poem with sadness,<br />
For no one can take his place.</p>
<p>We read your poem in silence,<br />
Thinking of things that might have been,<br />
If only we would have had the chance,<br />
To do them all again.</p>
<p>There will be a time for your heart to mend,<br />
We know not where, we know not when,<br />
You will kiss your son and hold his hand,<br />
And then you will know you are the same again.</p>
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