tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315327.post8028278509697011256..comments2023-06-16T08:23:32.303-07:00Comments on Notes From a Life in Progress: The sun emergesRichard Codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09836071864882271852noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315327.post-23482686724223986422011-12-20T12:30:36.953-08:002011-12-20T12:30:36.953-08:00Thanks for reading, ladies!Thanks for reading, ladies!Richard Codyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09836071864882271852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315327.post-1423653100449440692011-12-20T11:51:21.835-08:002011-12-20T11:51:21.835-08:00Spoken like a person familiar with Seasonal Affect...Spoken like a person familiar with Seasonal Affective Disorder! Loved the irony of this poem. Your economy of words, while conveying your point so well, is admirable, Richard. Peace, Amy<br />http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/home-at-last-the-sunday-whirl/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315327.post-70445287837575745932011-12-20T08:33:33.691-08:002011-12-20T08:33:33.691-08:00Better late than never!Better late than never!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com