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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article | from Auty is not at her computer Thursday, November 21, 2002 - 12:48 (Agree/Disagree?) What a great poem! I love it! Good job & good luck! (reply to this comment)
| from PompousJohn Thursday, November 21, 2002 - 07:42 (Agree/Disagree?) I didn't know you wrote poetry Fay, you seem to have alot of inner clarity (and pain) and I like how you don't try to clutter it up with alot of fancy vocabulary, or rip off Alanis like a lot of amateur poets. This one describes exactly what I go through whenever I talk to one of the Borg, too. (reply to this comment)
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