American Culture, Death, Depression, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Resistance, Safe Places, Six Words
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#1 by carldagostino on May 22, 2011 - 1:12 pm
But vents are exits not entries. (6)
#2 by Carl on May 23, 2011 - 10:48 am
You with the flow, me against! (6)
#3 by Find an Outlet on May 22, 2011 - 1:21 pm
Though sometimes uncomfortable, having a good vent can be helpful.
#4 by Carl on May 23, 2011 - 10:48 am
I love that – A good vent relieves the pressure!
#5 by scribbla on May 22, 2011 - 1:51 pm
Love it. Very well expressed. Hope the air’s good in there.
#6 by Carl on May 23, 2011 - 10:49 am
Thank you, Scribbla! Good of you to comment!
#7 by Kay Camden on May 23, 2011 - 8:16 am
Stay out here with us. There are worse things in those vents. And if you go in too far, you’ll never find your way out.
#8 by Carl on May 23, 2011 - 10:53 am
Wonderful comment, Kay. Thank you for reading and thank you for commenting!
#9 by somethingnewplease on May 23, 2011 - 10:38 am
Sometimes they might lock behind you. Be careful.
#10 by Carl on May 23, 2011 - 10:54 am
I now have a healthy respect for and fear of vents. Thanks for commenting.
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