and a time to every purpose under heaven
Written by William F. DeVault on June 10, 2009 – 7:17 pm -I often use cues to manipulate my moods. Usually to amp myself up or feel happier. Music, movie scenes, etc.
But, when I want to cry? Remember "Six Feet Under"? Well, the finale slays me, every time. Here’s the last ten minutes…
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June 12th, 2009 at 3:44 am
First, who redid your blog. It looks great!
Here’s a link to the poem.
Second, Six Feet, a quality show.
Third, I haven’t written any romantic poetry in ages and so when I finished this one, I thought of you. (To your female admires, I did not think of him because I write him love poems.) I thought of you because you’ve done some excellent branding as the “romantic poet of the Internet.”
Fourth, did I miss the guerilla poetry thing?
nordette aka verite’s last blog post..Plain Speech (a calling card poem)
June 12th, 2009 at 4:33 am
First - I did, got tired of waiting.
Second - Yes, ma’am. And everytime I rewatch the fianles, I pick up new things. The level of detail is amazing.
Third - I have gone as much as a decade between romantic poems. And I think you for the mention and thought! Good work!
Fourth - No. July 5th. See http://guerrillapoetryday.blogspot.com for more info.
Fifth - What, no fifth?