from the corner of my eye
a gentle stir
a sense of movement
a slight shadow
still, there is no you
Pat R
9/01/16
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from the corner of my eye
a gentle stir
a sense of movement
a slight shadow
still, there is no you
Pat R
9/01/16
thoughts and entanglements 
Very thought provoking poetry Pat.
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Thank you Denis.
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Marvelous!
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Thank you, this is one of my favorites.
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Oh my, Pat!!! that is so moving…it captures my dreams two nights ago of my mom and yet, she is no longer. It felt so darn real.
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Wow! Thank you. That is something that happens to me every now and then. And it never freaks or creeps me out. My mom thinks it’s my dad, he passed a few years ago. But it’s been happening for a longer than that. Some angel I guess:)
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