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A Hint of His Cologne
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A Hint of His Cologne |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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Rain stumbled in about 3 in the morning bouncing off the walls loud enough to wake the dead. The prodigal son finally returning home after seemingly being everywhere else. He lit up the town like there was no tomorrow. Welcomed he was no matter the hour. He’d been sorely missed. Relieved we all were he came home alone. He runs with a pretty rough crowd. Wind, lightning, tornado and hail; they call themselves the storm. Some folks don’t seem to care for rain whenever he shows up. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s his unpredictability and a tendency to scuddle plans. Or it could be his gray demeanor and the soft way he speaks to flowers and trees. They are not lulled by his lullabies. They are unimpressed with his green thumb. Rain didn’t stay long, he rarely does and slipped away around about daybreak. All he left behind were puddles and a hint of his cologne. LGR(C)6/25/18 |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
this is so beautiful, "when the poem stops", and all we have read stays in this hint of cologne, very nicely inspiration have a nice day yann |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thanks Yann for reading my poem. I'm glad you liked it. First one I have written in a while. ~L |
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