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Summer Son

Member since 2002 · Posted 15 Aug 2002 · 5 comments

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.

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[8] [mojo] 16-Aug-02/3:14 PM Reply

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.

[n/a] Frass 16-Aug-02/8:04 PM Reply

Thanks, mojo. Celebrating a two month old boy's existence in an autumn sunset.

[5] god'swife 22-Aug-02/5:41 PM Reply

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.

[8] Bachus 29-Aug-02/8:15 PM Reply

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

[8] Christof 23-Sep-02/7:35 AM Reply

This is great poem to come across-you rarely find anything so straightforwardly celebratory. You can't help but want to join in!