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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Oblique I cannot stop These thoughts of floss Like unkept beards Of Spanish moss. Moving my mind Fruitful of guile If ocular Would make you smile. Pop corn hot born Sputters spawning Breakfasts with me Every morning. Lunch pail of dreams Filled to the brim Harbors the day Of status quo grim. Yet, I hear dogs bark And the cats meow But they sound different In the mundane now. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Quite visual, this, esp: "Like unkept beards Of Spanish moss." Excellent! Karilea When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Thank you my ray of Sunshine. *L* |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hi Seymour... Now I know for sure that I am going to hungrily read every morsel you write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (What did it was the spanish moss, and the popcorn!!! Love them both!!) Great, great job, y'all! ~~ To Live is to Give ~~ |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
great poem, Seymour ... love simplicity and this does it right ... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunny1, Thanks for the great. MA Miller, Nice comment, thank you. |
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