Both the preview and the piece are lovely, I too have had a freckled past. It is something to admit it and I at least have that

You have a style that speaks to me like a past remembered. It is like I have found a note in my bible or a letter in the pages of a book I haven't read in years and I look forward to them. Thank you again.

jfk

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Hey James.

Yeah. Glad you liked it and that it hit a personal note for you too. Did your "freckled past" hate the fact that she had freckles? That always seemed a strange thing to me.

I get to where I think I've about used up all my ideas, so I hope that I am able to continue living up to your expectations.

By the way, you've got a pretty good run of poetry going yourself...some of the most consistent I've seen on dA lately.

Twain...Hemmingway....it must be that Missouri author thing.

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I liked it very much.

I guess some people are not happy that "freckles" is the answer to the question what's different about me? (that shows I can't be loved)

Just a therapist's guess.

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I thought I was the only one who loved to appreciate a girl with these freckles. My face beamed with a smile, when I read this.

Although there are almost no people with freckles,
here in India, but I notice it with some western tourists. And of the few westerners whom I saw, I was lucky enough to see on beautiful lady with freckles.

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* ...was lucky enough to see one beautiful lady with freckles.

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Nice poem, amigo
I had a girlfriend with freckles, this was four years ago...

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absolutely lovely poem....i have two frekkeld sisters as well.....well..in my fam we have all different kinds....this poem is wonderful....so wonderful............and the photo is beautiful and ofcourse the woman as well...
hugs..
trish

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Hi Mark...

Yes in fact she did think that they were sent to torture her. I never figured that out either. Every day that you are on this side of the grass it sparks new ideas in you. I am not worried at all about the wel running dry for you.

Oh, thank you for the compliment, it was a trip that helped to weed out that daily interference that can get in the way. And my Muse has been keeping fuel in the fire, so I have not been forced to write poems to help the real poems come out for a bit So here is to the two man tour-de-force for now. Yes Missouri writers seem to hold there own historically.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

jfk

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being remembered is such a treat. I secretly wish for that special someone in my past to dream of me warmly like this, you give me hope that he does. this is a lovely piece.

So you've got a freckled past too!

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