Comments on: it’s how you play the game http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game Sat, 30 Aug 2008 16:37:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Cathy http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4258 Cathy Wed, 26 Jul 2006 14:14:00 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4258 Allie allie in come free (is that how you say/spell it)? I played that so much as a child! Allie allie in come free (is that how you say/spell it)?

I played that so much as a child!

]]> By: Mamala http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4257 Mamala Tue, 25 Jul 2006 00:22:00 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4257 Hide and go seek has always freaked me out, kind of. I think it's a pretty scary game really, no matter which end you're on. Hide and go seek has always freaked me out, kind of. I think it’s a pretty scary game really, no matter which end you’re on.

]]> By: sunday's child http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4256 sunday's child Mon, 24 Jul 2006 23:13:00 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4256 A lurker here . . .found your blog through Andy Acton's and loved this poem. You descibe precisely how I have always felt about hide-and-seek. the "unpredictable inevitable" . . .yes, exactly. if only all such moments could end as the one you describe. A lurker here . . .found your blog through Andy Acton’s and loved this poem. You descibe precisely how I have always felt about hide-and-seek. the “unpredictable inevitable” . . .yes, exactly. if only all such moments could end as the one you describe.

]]> By: jledmiston http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4255 jledmiston Mon, 24 Jul 2006 22:17:00 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2006-07-24/its-how-you-play-the-game#comment-4255 This poem hits me at a time when real life is feeling like this too -- those don't-know-what's-happening-next moments. Good friend seems to be hurling towards the end of life with cancer. Ugh. I hate this part too. This poem hits me at a time when real life is feeling like this too — those don’t-know-what’s-happening-next moments. Good friend seems to be hurling towards the end of life with cancer. Ugh. I hate this part too.

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