tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402420739998723594.post3808124236261524739..comments2010-01-31T09:55:37.793+00:00Comments on Two Of A Kind: POEMSFather Tim Fistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899887666631763741noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402420739998723594.post-90912481012832775102010-01-17T22:18:03.945+00:002010-01-17T22:18:03.945+00:00not about the room going red, no. It's a metap...not about the room going red, no. It's a metaphor! light that brightens my day etc... ITS ALL A BUNCH OF RUBBISH REALLY! :PZarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14749041977967360306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402420739998723594.post-54345611463773333692010-01-17T22:12:47.863+00:002010-01-17T22:12:47.863+00:00the best parts are always the end... I wish I had ...the best parts are always the end... I wish I had that poem about maternal death, however sad it is...Father Tim Fistyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05899887666631763741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402420739998723594.post-25056971174659707892010-01-17T22:11:42.384+00:002010-01-17T22:11:42.384+00:00:) i like them... is that a reference to the light...:) i like them... is that a reference to the light that keeps the room from going red?Father Tim Fistyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05899887666631763741noreply@blogger.com