tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907193349185074114.post4246512613407963536..comments2023-10-28T07:14:53.152-04:00Comments on Mouse Droppings: There's No PlaceLolamousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907193349185074114.post-62294616149853697762011-02-21T09:37:59.453-05:002011-02-21T09:37:59.453-05:00i know this feeling oohh too welli know this feeling oohh too wellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907193349185074114.post-71462203008243169852011-02-21T02:05:54.878-05:002011-02-21T02:05:54.878-05:00Oh wow... yeah, home is no sanctum when your house...Oh wow... yeah, home is no sanctum when your house is haunted and her room was not safe when she turned out the lights... <br /><br />The last part, trying to shove her past in a suitcase, deciding what to leave behind... Hmmm, sound so much like me, as to what I am struggling to do these days.. ;)<br /><br />Great write and well-expressed.. Your poem sure made it to my brain this week.. :)<br /><br />Here is mine though, which I hope you have the time to read it.. http://www.tingtasy.com/2011/02/collections-of-tings-poetry-tpf109-that.htmlThe Book of Shadows (The Dark Side)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09925137911418305053noreply@blogger.com