It was raining hard in Brooklyn, on a dark December day
A priest was passing a garage sale, that was on his way
His eye caught a tablecloth, it was red and with a cross
To cover up the damage of the plaster he had lost
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I love narrative oness.... I believe, it is an art, to tell a story through a poem.. I did few narrative ones too.. I feel Stephen Stirk is a good story teller..... your ones are cool too This is touching and you kept me interested through out cheerss shan
What an account of homecoming Bob and all of thirty five years late - - incredible - -and told with your talent for the finer details - - so thrilling and the reader's interest was with it from the beginning..... wishing the couple a few more years together - - they certainly deserved it.......10 + ++ Fay...
Compact powerful ammmmmmazing descripton! 10+