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To: ManyMoose who wrote (1410)	8/5/2006 1:02:42 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Very nice, Dave. It doesn't give much info in any of the reviews, but will check it out on the net and see what i find. It is good to see you posting a new poem. choosie ~ who it turns out didn't poof into the air

To: ManyMoose who wrote (1410)	8/5/2006 6:10:48 PM
From: Jim S	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Excellent, MM! I know just the feeling of the "dreamers." In my bowhunting days, I came across several places just like the description, old cabins left by trappers, miners, and homesteaders. Once, I found the remains of an old Henry "Yellow Boy" (a 44-40 lever gun with a brass frame that was the precursor to the Winchester '73) grown into a fork of a cottonwood tree. I've always wondered how it got there and what its story was. I really like the book description, too. I just might have to order it. Your review on Amazon was excellent.

To: ManyMoose who wrote (1410)	8/10/2006 5:11:13 PM
From: one_less	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

”This may mean nothing except to the people who were there.” Yee haw. You took me there. Thanks This is one I put together at the end of my treatment on 'Human Nobility', which can be viewed here: Message 22580472 A Soul’s Renewal Hope a haunting pest Vision mingles lurking past Flickering yond horizons of will E’er hazy aim m' resolve instill Course befalls dream at fading glance Abandon collides wi’ pursuit of chance Endeavor anew while in reprieve Mortal stress ‘twill relieve Where slender streams illumine brinks Lovely fire storms blissful links Sparks of fond recollection Establish desire’s most singular perfection.