tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post115177194884803427..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 7.01.06, Chemo Cycle #5 BeginsMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1151818524882882032006-07-01T23:35:00.000-06:002006-07-01T23:35:00.000-06:00love you goob.happy trails and good stools.love,sh...love you goob.<BR/>happy trails and good stools.<BR/>love,<BR/>sheriSlarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718932691540222601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1151794487780130842006-07-01T16:54:00.000-06:002006-07-01T16:54:00.000-06:00llif it was 9:15 in the morning there, what time w...l<BR/>l<BR/>if it was 9:15 in the morning there, what time was it here? What day was it? How did Mr. Dada do? Did he dada, or didn't he? Ha!<BR/><BR/>We had a pleasant gathering here where it is morning, last night, and your name was on a card, and it was good to think of you. It sounds like a subway ride, your busy nights, of hourly wake-ups, and then back for the ride on to the next 'station.'<BR/><BR/>Language becomes italicized, or quote-marked, in the ways and instances of the post today and at other times/dates. It all is-- It ALL is-- I read/sense/hear you saying/writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com