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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.
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Posted: September 13, 2002 10:52 PM PDT; Last modified: September 14, 2002 12:20 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7504 Comments:
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pete @ 194.222.69.43
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13-Sep-02/11:49 PM
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sounds like you woke from a nice dream to a nasty reality .... would have worked better for me if fairy fiddle and gate were on separate lines as then killing the gate would have had more impact ..... 4
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vulcan @ 80.242.3.95
> pete
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14-Sep-02/12:21 AM
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Thanks Pete.you're right.I edited it.
:-) ..... 5
I lick kitty. Then throw it around the corner to check back again, tomorrow.
I wonder how many stories about green fairies this poem has engendered.
The green fairy is another name for absinthe - given your poem about wormwood, are yout trying to reveal an addiction to absinthe?! Which is an excellent escape from Priests and rings.
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?
Thanks Quarton,I sent you an e-mail explaining about it.
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