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Summer Son (Free verse) by Frass On Ryan's birthday celebration
two months to the day
that is
we frolicked in October's indian summer
he, in blue
we, too
for we wouldn't want to upset his majesty's
propitious sense of coloration
Folks blew bubbles in the wind
we drank suds from tins
and Ryan added his own glistening globes
onto his chin
well nigh on the high end of summer
we rejoiced.
Up the ladder:
mass transit
Down the ladder:
visitation
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Posted: August 15, 2002 7:43 PM PDT; Last modified: August 15, 2002 7:43 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0336175 Overall Rank: 7223 Comments:
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[mojo] @ 195.92.194.19
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16-Aug-02/3:14 PM
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How can i like this poem so much when i don't understand a word of it? I'm just a sucker for the sun. Hell, it cheered me up. But i sense an underlying melancholy. 8.
Cheers! Heres to you and your family, may you be blessed with many years of joy and health.That son of your's will teach you more about poetry then any of us could. Work on this, it's almost there. Just tighten the bolts alittle. Isn't it amazing to be a father! I bet you race home just to look at him.
i just can't win this...you're to nice...fuck it...i give in to the lap dance...let theballs roll as the will. i give
This is great poem to come across-you rarely find anything so straightforwardly celebratory. You can't help but want to join in!
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