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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Two friends Sat on a porch, On a lukewarm afternoon, The golden gleam of fall, On each and every tree. Two friends Sat on a porch, In hot debate, One was a tinkerer ; quite unknown, The other was a thinker of some renown. Two friends, They sat on a porch, The leaves a golden tinge, Each a memory When the levee broke and tears poured out. Two friends, They sat on the porch, With an old retriever, Such a beautiful pup, And a hammock and grass And other such things. Two friends They sat on a porch, With beer or tea or soda take your pick And minutes passed as hours And the hours as seconds often do. Til the thinker Went back to his migraines And tinkerer to his arthritis. Richard |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Each malady particular to these fellows makes me curious how many of the world's troubles they solved before the weights came down. A very good read leading to a great close. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Loved the last set of lines, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I love this, Richard. The anti-climax was a superb dénouement. And the sweetie-pie retriever was the happiest of them all, the little (well, middle-sized) angel. Owl |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Very interesting set of circumstances, Richard. If the mob governs, man is ruled by ignorance; if the church governs, he is ruled by superstition; if the state governs, he is ruled by fear. |
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