Published March 14, 2007
Frivolous of me to say,
Poor packers of the stoney pond.
That lightened whispers will some day,
Free you of your acidic bond.
Please walk lightly while you may,
French strudle of the meagre, conned.
I'll tell then again someday,
Of stories, legends, true and fond.
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Hey!
Your rhythm was nice, and I just loved the way the lines were situated, alternating between the same two sounds all the way through. Truly unique and interesting! I... I don't understand every bit of it...(Sheepish smile).. but I'm sure I'm simply reading it wrong. I got most of it, though, and I like it. Very well done! Keep it up!
All the best,
Goldie