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hikerchick
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Sun 05/11/08 09:03 PM
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I went with someone that I know to see the latest show
We'd heard so much about it, all said we had to go We watched it very closely and enjoyed what we beheld We saw the colors and the letters and knew just what they spelled But my friend saw a different show than the one I had just watched We compared what we thought we saw and nothing really matched "It was a western" he decided, certain as can be A Western! No, I saw a musical, clearly "The hero was a cowboy", he insisted rather shortly "It was a chef!" I said to him, "all dressed in white and portly" "He sang a song!" "He rode a horse!" We just couldn't agree Could he have gone to see the show that I just went to see? We sat together in the aisle and stared at the same screen And came to our conclusions about what it all must mean How could it be so different, what was true for him and me Why was I just unable to see what he could see? I could not see his cowboy; he could not see my chef We tried to reach accord but we both got mad and left And that's the way it happens when two sets of eyes and ears Interpret something differently from what it first appears I can't see inside his head; he can't see inside mine He has his opinion, and surely, I have mine |
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Good lesson in that post!
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Good lesson in that post! thank you. |
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I went with someone that I know to see the latest show We'd heard so much about it, all said we had to go We watched it very closely and enjoyed what we beheld We saw the colors and the letters and knew just what they spelled But my friend saw a different show than the one I had just watched We compared what we thought we saw and nothing really matched "It was a western" he decided, certain as can be A Western! No, I saw a musical, clearly "The hero was a cowboy", he insisted rather shortly "It was a chef!" I said to him, "all dressed in white and portly" "He sang a song!" "He rode a horse!" We just couldn't agree Could he have gone to see the show that I just went to see? We sat together in the aisle and stared at the same screen And came to our conclusions about what it all must mean How could it be so different, what was true for him and me Why was I just unable to see what he could see? I could not see his cowboy; he could not see my chef We tried to reach accord but we both got mad and left And that's the way it happens when two sets of eyes and ears Interpret something differently from what it first appears I can't see inside his head; he can't see inside mine He has his opinion, and surely, I have mine Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I like this,, Walks off pondering why????? Some things are seen so different |
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I like this,, Walks off pondering why?????
Some things are seen so different Thank you. That means that I have accomplished what I set out to do. |
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Very insightful, young lady. It IS amazing how the same situation can be construed so differently. Occasionally, it's best to say, "It is what it is".
CB |
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Very insightful, young lady. It IS amazing how the same situation can be construed so differently. Occasionally, it's best to say, "It is what it is". CB It is indeed. |
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Speechless..... so good.
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Speechless..... so good. I love you too. |
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Two people who see things differently, are two separate individuals, but the story is the same. I liked that Nora, very good write.
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Two people who see things differently, are two separate individuals, but the story is the same. I liked that Nora, very good write. Thank you for your kind words. |
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I went with someone that I know to see the latest show We'd heard so much about it, all said we had to go We watched it very closely and enjoyed what we beheld We saw the colors and the letters and knew just what they spelled But my friend saw a different show than the one I had just watched We compared what we thought we saw and nothing really matched "It was a western" he decided, certain as can be A Western! No, I saw a musical, clearly "The hero was a cowboy", he insisted rather shortly "It was a chef!" I said to him, "all dressed in white and portly" "He sang a song!" "He rode a horse!" We just couldn't agree Could he have gone to see the show that I just went to see? We sat together in the aisle and stared at the same screen And came to our conclusions about what it all must mean How could it be so different, what was true for him and me Why was I just unable to see what he could see? I could not see his cowboy; he could not see my chef We tried to reach accord but we both got mad and left And that's the way it happens when two sets of eyes and ears Interpret something differently from what it first appears I can't see inside his head; he can't see inside mine He has his opinion, and surely, I have mine EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!! |
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EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!
thank you so much! |
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Thats Probably the best thing i have ever seen typed!
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Thats Probably the best thing i have ever seen typed! That is too kind. You need to read more in the poetry forum. There are some amazing poets in here - and it's all free! Isn't that wonderful? |
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Very good.and so true...
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That was great (((Hiker)))
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how true that we can look at the very same thing and see it and experience it so differently... it is fascinating.
very nice write. ty. |
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