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Ther low of noon
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Ther low of noon |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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The low of noon Ambrosia fills my lobes Yet my tongue is dry. Mud is on my robes Still I laugh until I cry. Fiasco is my shawl The clown my face Shadows on the wall Signal me a place. Once I seemed to dare Arrows of concern Now I do not care The ardor of discern. Yet I am not undone I have found my funny bone And though I laugh as one It's a laugh and not a groan. Drops of humor Water the soil Keeps the rumor From embroil. Thus I've played my final ace The crusty humorous embrace. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Oh My! Seymour, you and your control over the naguage are both incredible... all the right words at the right places... excellent And what metaphors! WOW regards, sudhir |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Seymour... I agree with Sudhir, and I also enjoyed the fact that you were laughing in the end!! Wonderful!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The crusty amorous embrace... you have no idea what this makes me feel... |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~ST,...mmm!!! Glad I read this one. Totally enjoyed your twists. Your creativity. Your wording. Yep!!! Thanks. Take care now. *Peace. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sudhir, You are a true friend, Sunny1, Thank you sweet. Sunshine, Oh yes I do *L* Spit-Fire, Peace and thank you. |
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