....From The Tree Of......................The Ranting Critic
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FOR THOSE WHO'VE GOTTEN HERE FROM A LINK IN ANARCHY.... PLEASE NOTE: I did not post the link. Below here, is a webshot of my stat tracker page, that shows the first encounter with Rants, Pg 2. with the times shown when the page was first visited. Below that, you will find the ISP addresses of the visitors that correspond to those times. 
I live neither in Carolina, nor in Canada. Rants are what they are: the recording of very swift, very flooding emotion and find their way to poetry via one of the only psychological and creative resources a poet has-- "words". Like all emotions, they change and ebb and wane with time. Those who find themselves here, please note that these verses were written several years ago....at a time when we were all, very, very different. To post this link hurts the subjects far more than the author, who believes that all words are true -for the time they are ushered from the pen.. Only that. Poems are often like a diary, and whoever posted the link...just cracked mine, and did it cruelly. Back To Page 2 .............. Return To Contents This site sponsered by 
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