Open Poetry #37 |
Nancy |
shmity72 Junior Member
since 2006-04-29
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Your image raced, through my mind. my blood quickened, the smile's kind. My senses bored, To be selective, As hunger pain, Makes me aggressive. Scripting the signs, Rhyme by moonlight, I will Euripides, To recall the sight. 9-1-93 |
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shmity72 Junior Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 26wa usa |
bump for critique. slaves 'oft love their masters. |
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shmity72 Junior Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 26wa usa |
if'n you want more i'll bring in 'no offence' tomorrow. slaves 'oft love their masters. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Jason, I thank you for leaving your comments on my poem and for directing me to this one of yours. I enjoyed the read...I love the short ones with a meaning that brings memories about. Nicely done. |
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