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Pennies and Pebbles |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She learned to count with pennies and pebbles, Sculpted great cakes in the mud and red clay, Stones in artistic piles and boards were tables, What was about her was with what she’d play. She married for love and forever stayed Then He went to fight in another land Always was faithful her heart never strayed She’d always cry at talk of Viet Nam. She raised a daughter on just memories Then the daughter was taken away too, She learned to speak about life’s destinies, Given the choice nothing would she redo Seems I’ve out lived another childhood friend, Since she went to be with both of them. Gloom |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Not what I expected, but you would think I would learn to expect the un from you... more like uhn...this hurt... life usually does... Thank you... |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Truly sad, Gloom. Life can be cruel at times. Nice expression. All writing comes |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh my friend, this was a very sad and painful poem. I still hurt from the memories of friends in Viet Nam, and the series of events by your friend was "life". All one can do is remember those parts of all of their lives that meant happiness, so their memory can live on. PF you see, that was heart wrenching and very beautiful, not gloomy, but filled with emotion and love. And I thank you for sharing her with us. ~Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self~ Cyril Connolly |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This is so sad. Lovely write, but sad If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Professor~ Your title brought me in ... 'She learned to count with pennies and pebbles, Sculpted great cakes in the mud and red clay, Stones in artistic piles and boards were tables, What was about her was with what she’d play.' Your words of loving tribute held me~ Thank you for sharing~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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