I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
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Ah, that Emily knows her grief and depression.
Wow, I was trying to think of how to respond to this poem, and then saw that Adrienne had summed up my response quite nicely.
Okay, what was up with Blogger last night?
That was me, myself and I posting the same comment three times. I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted you to know that I agreed with Adrienne.
Seriously, blogger kept telling me my message didn't go through. Shame on me for believing.
And where is the handy little trash can we used to have, so we could delete our comments???
Nancy, what is especially weird is when I got the notification of comment, it clearly said that you had left the message.
I'm wondering -- does it matter if a person logs in as blogger ID or Google ID? I also don't know why you didn't get the trash can, I did but it still didn't let me delete.
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