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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Like a blue parliament, With a skin so savvy, so rich, She waned at the doors lips, Her body running around and round The milkman’s pale face, As the trees whistled with the winds quick breathe. Her husband could be heard barreling down the flight of stairs, As the kids got ready for the schools bright bells. It was Mays bright morning, With a swiss of summer, The grass lay green with the tips of their noses Running loose to the suns bright lights. The cars passed by, The hour cracked 9, And she lit her eyes wide At her family, At the morning rise. |
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shyvl Senior Member
since 2008-04-11
Posts 531texas, usa |
I liked the simple image portraited by the ending lines. "The cars passed by, The hour cracked 9, And she lit her eyes wide At her family, At the morning rise." Thanks for sharing sharyn |
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