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A Man Of The World (Free verse) by vulcan

But then Father cried "Breakfast is ready!" So I left the green gate And its fiddling fairy. But when the Priest pointed to the rings And soundlessly parted his lips Just then I knew I'd killed the fairy,the fiddle... And the gate.

Quarton 14-Jan-03/9:03 AM
Hmmm, interesting poem. I am honestly at a loss as to your exact meaning and would like to hear from you before rating it. I have an idea as to intent but still not sure. I am intriged by the mood and voice of this piece. Regards....and did you receive my e-mail reply?




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