Author: Barbara Goodhew
I do things different,
I walk different,
I talk different.
I'm glad I'm different.
No one remembers the usual.
I'm remembered because I'm different,
And it's nice when you are remembered.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Laraine Smith (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, September 24 2009, 06:24 pm|
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, September 24 2009, 07:03 pm|
you are my loyal commenter , always can count on you for a comment,Thank-you for your comments I love getting comments it means I am being read.:))))
|Colin (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, September 30 2009, 04:57 pm|
I love your writing Barb and I always have!
You always make my day with your comments on my writing amd that means alot to me to have your support and your critique! I respect your opinion and your writing is always unique and refreshing!
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, September 30 2009, 10:59 pm|
Another loyal commenter.Thanks Colin for liking my writing.
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