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Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 8, 2005 0:59:06 GMT -8
You forgot something important, I don't remember what
Wait for me I forgot my umbrella My jacket is made for summer But I forgot English summers were this way
Sir please listen to me Halt for a moment But don’t look at me like that Yes, My soles are broken And my hair is getting wet But you shouldn’t care My own fault And I don’t mind it You are my life-giving rain Sir Naturally, I only whisper that to myself
No, I do not think you’ll find me pretty sir Zebra crossing and I hurry after Skid marks looks just like my cheeks With mascara spreading
I’m sorry sir, I’m yours truly I run through the rain Because you forgot your newspaper And ‘tis wet now Surprising Sir, you’re embracing me I’m sorry for making you wet sir But I forgot my umbrella
Then you let me Walk with you, inside your jacket
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Post by ScarletMornings on Mar 8, 2005 9:05:02 GMT -8
I really liked this. The idea was great, very unusual, and I loved the last stanza. Great job.
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Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 10, 2005 7:54:56 GMT -8
tank you, its pretty different from most of my other poems..
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Post by Ramona on Mar 10, 2005 15:46:39 GMT -8
I liked it a lot, it was different (in a good way) and I liked the format and the way you wrote it as if you were addressing someone.
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Post by jackfrost on Mar 11, 2005 8:04:39 GMT -8
This poem is so cute! I loved it! I concur with the others opinion. It's different in a good way! jack
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