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The KINGS (Free verse) by winniss With wonder in their eyes,
and rainbows at their sides,
thereâs never a disguise.
For children are the kings,
we smother them with love,
and guide them though the streams;
and then we just stand back and watch them grow their little dreams.
Up the ladder:
The flute sound makes me blue
Down the ladder:
Smoke Me
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.5
Posted: September 3, 2008 6:15 PM PDT; Last modified: September 3, 2008 6:15 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.023713 Overall Rank: 7483 Comments:
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Bethy @ 165.154.46.70
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4-Sep-08/6:25 AM
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innocent, and sweet
You'd have a wonderful career with the Hallmark card company. If you intended originality and style, you failed. This is a replicated cliche, not a poem. I understand the sentiments intended, so I'll be nice and give this a three... 'cept we both know that a zero would be the blessing otherwise.
I can feel myself starting to get weak, carrion birds need blood on their beaks. 156 view(s)
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