Recognition from one 'of my own kind'.
From the poem by ezra pound ::
"I am homesick for my own kind. Ah, yes there are faces about, friendly faces, but I am homesick for my own kind,
and ordinary people touch me not."
2007-02-19 12:10:09
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answer #1
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answered by Freesumpin 7
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You are too deep for your own good.
What would melt...?
all those dark iceberg from... your inner world?
"The inner desire that burns inside"
2007-02-19 20:10:27
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answer #2
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answered by Wise One 3
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My next door bloody neighbours
2007-02-19 20:02:03
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answer #3
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answered by Anonymous
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My Sweetie
2007-02-19 20:01:32
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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dont have any dark icebergs..
2007-02-19 20:01:58
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answer #5
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answered by petmomx9 3
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Holding a cat, anytime!
2007-02-19 20:13:44
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answer #6
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answered by Joshua 5
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Bob the Builder's blow torch
2007-02-19 20:04:59
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answer #7
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answered by rosey 7
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the touch of a warm heart
2007-02-19 20:07:19
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answer #8
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answered by Anonymous
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The words of a certain Wordsmith I know.....
2007-02-19 20:01:44
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answer #9
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answered by Anonymous
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Battery acid maybe.
2007-02-19 20:00:59
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answer #10
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answered by §чﺀﺀчβчﻯ†a 5
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