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![]() What brought Hoovsie meandering in a space time continuum over to your port? ![]() ![]() What does hoovsie think about while perusing your item? ![]() ![]() It is natural to hold on to those things as we go through life, I think. Sometimes, the small things are more important than the big events. What does hooves moo and applaud about while reading your item? ![]() "in a blue dress, the smell of waffles and maple syrup drifting from my hair all day with the promise of home again." Sometimes, when bullies would strike that promise of home again was very comforting, indeed. It's even comforting to me today when bullies strike here as they periodically do. Fine work! HOOVES, a.k.a. COWser Soze, a.k.a. tHiNG a.k.a. 4ps ![]() ![]() I am not an expert on poetry or prose or much else. I am certainly not an editor or proof reader, heaven forbid! I am merely a reader who loves to read and the judge for today in "The Writer's Cramp" ![]() This site is open to all sorts of writers and reviewers. I like to keep an open mind about reading and reviewing. My own personal preference for reviews is that they be concise and more about the writing than the knowledge (or lack thereof) of the reader. My goal is to encourage you to continue your writing adventures. You are the ultimate judge as to whether I have been successful in that endeavor. Either way, I enjoyed my visit with you immensely. ![]() ![]() Ta Ta until we meet again in another place and time.... "Avoiding Toothless Rabid Bullies & Such" ![]()
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