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She stands in a puddle with No shoes on her feet, umbrella inside out, still skirting the street. Cobbled rocks gleam black diamond dams, She stands, hand raised and smiling So sweetly a greeting, with jeans dark, hair dripping black tears so terribly those Trees beating their trunks stop for a second, so solemn and Lose the leaves of their years. They thud, she splashes, But nobody hears.

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Andy N

Sun 13th May 2018 14:48

very good sample poem. will have to have a look at the rest certainly soon.

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Damon Blackery

Fri 4th May 2018 20:38

I think you're my favorite poet on here now.

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