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Posted: December 23rd, 2009, 11:47 am
by the mingo
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Shore Tree

Posted: December 23rd, 2009, 3:18 pm
by the mingo
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Posted: December 23rd, 2009, 11:15 pm
by judih
oh, yeah!
thanks, mingo
wild masks and gung ho to you and nancy and the stimulations that plot their surprises

Posted: December 23rd, 2009, 11:28 pm
by the mingo
Gung HO! HO! HO! to you and yours too judih!

Posted: December 24th, 2009, 12:14 am
by Doreen Peri
just stopped by to wish you a personal happy merry ho-ho-holidays, mr. mingo!

hope you have a beautiful time!

(and I still want to buy one of the gorgeous beaded purses you posted... !!!)

Posted: December 24th, 2009, 12:14 am
by Doreen Peri
the mingo wrote:Image
Hah! I just saw this! AWESOME!!!!

thank you!!

Posted: December 24th, 2009, 5:57 pm
by the mingo
hey 'reen I answered your post about the bag when you first questioned me on it. Check out the Lingo pg. 49 I think, post for the 16th of November '09.

Posted: December 25th, 2009, 1:11 am
by judih
one beaded bag under heaven
for liberty and all
and a plethora of afterthoughts

Posted: December 25th, 2009, 10:03 am
by mtmynd
<center>Merry Christmas to all
and to all a Great Day</center>

Posted: December 25th, 2009, 11:44 pm
by the mingo
2010 on the near horizon. Everybody got their hope on?
Here we go here we go ...
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Posted: December 26th, 2009, 12:11 am
by judih
hope is outside
listening to wayward birds
i hear the dialogue

Posted: December 26th, 2009, 2:18 am
by the mingo
There is something I cannot see
but it has a voice

it is not fancy
but it is majestic

Posted: December 26th, 2009, 3:06 am
by the mingo
I just read the phrase "Restoring poetry to its roots" ... sometimes I'm just stunned to the wall what comes my way on a daily basis.

Stunned.

I'm a stunned man
in a stunned nation
on a stunned world
in a stunned sky
with the stunned stars looking on.

"Restoring poetry to its roots"... shit it ain't nothin' BUT roots. There is no place the roots of poetry are not. There's not a poetry free zone anywhere. It has been suggested that poetry stops at Death's door but by its nature that is only a guess for all of the living at this point.

Guy down to work said to me once that he is uneasy when talking to me 'cause he doesn't like the conversation going off in "an unexpected direction."

Is there any such animal as an "expected direction"

I mean we're lost in the first place. Right?

I expect the unexpected every moment of every day.

In fact, I DEMAND it.

Or I get my money BACK.

Posted: December 26th, 2009, 7:44 pm
by sooZen
Stunning! :lol:

Posted: December 26th, 2009, 10:20 pm
by SadLuckDame
I might be in dept to you mingo. :P

Fantastic on the eyes, keep them coming.